Title: Fortunate Son (Part 7/?)
Authors:
wrestlemanix and
eric_idle_rulesPairings: Ted DiBiase Jr./Cody Runnels, John Cena/Randy Orton
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Taking place in feudal England, Cody's family comes from a long line of farmers who work the land belonging to the DiBiase family. Despite the enormous class differences, Cody and Ted meet and form an instant connection with one another, both learning things from the other that they otherwise never would have known.
Word Count: 9651
A/N: I admit, I'm no expert on the life and times of feudal England, but I tried. Forgive any errors when it comes to time frames and whatnot...
Disclaimer: Neither of us own the WWE.
Part 1,
Part 2,
Part 3,
Part 4,
Part 5,
Part 6
“Excellent. I do hope you enjoy your time here. I know you’ll be working but-”
“Ted, I promise you, if I wasn’t working, I’d go insane. I need to be doing something with my time. It was different getting down time on the farm when you could sit back and take a breather, because you knew that in a short while, you’d be right back working again.”
“So are you saying that you don’t like this extra down time that you get to spend with me?” Ted asked him teasingly.
“Now I never said that, did I?” He wrapped his arms around Ted’s neck, grinning as Ted’s arms slipped around his waist. “I could happily spend all day with you. Especially if we’re away from prying eyes.”
“Hmm, yes, that’s most important.” He leaned forward and captured Cody’s mouth in a kiss, tongues instantly finding one another as they stood there in the middle of Ted’s room. After minutes spent kissing, the two lazily broke apart, though they kept their arms tight around each other.
“So, what exactly do you do during the day? On just a normal day in the castle, that is?”
“I must admit, most of my time is spent either here or in the library, and I generally have a book in my hands. Occasionally I’ll pick up a quill and write something, but it’s only ever an account of my day, if anything at all. My grandfather, though, would be in the library writing pages upon pages of poetry and stories.”
“Can I see?” Cody asked.
“See what?”
“Your writing. I want to see what your hand writing looks like. And,” he began, suddenly feeling nervous and embarrassed as he blushed, “I’d like to see what my name looks like.”
“You’ve never seen your name written out?” Ted asked, then instantly felt like the village idiot when Cody shook his head. Of course he’d never seen his name written out, neither he or his father knew how to write. “I’d love to show you your name.” Leading Cody over to a small desk, he took out his ink, quill and a roll of parchment. He sat in the chair as Cody stood over him, watching over his shoulder. Dipping the quill into the ink, he slowly wrote out “C-o-d-y” in his beautiful cursive penmanship. Underneath that, he wrote the same letters in print, which he thought would be easier for Cody to read. “There. That’s your name.”
Cody reached out his hand to touch the letters, but Ted grabbed his wrist before he could. “Not yet, you have to let the ink dry. Otherwise it’ll smudge and you won’t be able to see the letters clearly.”
Nodding in understandment, Cody then asked, “Can you maybe write out your name, as well?”
Nodding his head, Ted neatly replenished the ink on the nib of his quill and then printed out T-E-D in the same flowing script. Handwriting was something that the masters at his school were very strict on, and that Ted had had to spend countless hours practicing to get as perfect as it was. Well, actually, it was sort of untidy in Ted's perfectionist opinion, but Cody was entranced by the shining letters and furrowed his brow. "Te-d." Ted smiled at the other, "Good."
Cody's pronunciation was getting better. "Could you write Theodore for me?" Cody requested shyly, slightly awestruck to consider that Ted was willing to actually teach him so that he might be able to do this himself one day. Finding Cody's shyness and inquisitiveness adorable, Ted slowly wrote out his full Christian name-- kind of a two-for-one action though considering that his father's name was the same. "The-o-dore." Cody sounded out, wanting to touch the glistening letters once more but refraining, knowing he had to wait lest he ruin the carefully written wording.
Ted wrote both of their last names and then Cody's father's name too, the list of words all printed neatly and concisely, and when they were dry Cody ran his fingers over the letters-- and then looked adorably confused when he couldn't feel too much of a change from the paper. He didn't know what he had been expecting, but he had to admit he had been expecting some sort of difference. "C-Can I keep this?" Cody said, referring to the paper. Ted cocked his head to the side, slightly puzzled by the request. "It's just a scrap."
Cody's cheeks burned and Ted mentally reprimanded himself once more for his thoughtless words. Of course it would seem just a useless scrap to him, but to Cody it would mean more... be worth more. Sometimes he could really hate himself: he was a spoiled, sheltered child deep down; though he knew that the more time he spent around Cody he absolved himself of that ignorance. "It's yours." Ted said softly, folding the parchment up neatly, with care, and then tucking it aside in his bedside drawer for the moment, "We'll keep it there until you have your book-- then we can put the paper in there." Cody stopped, suddenly remembering that he had left his little bag in Ted's room.
"My bag, Teddy, do you know where it is?" Cody asked, standing up. Ted got up too, moving to the window seat he had professed to adoring so much. To Cody's wide-eyed surprise Ted lifted the cushion away and lifted the seat completely, revealing what looked almost like a chest, "I put it in here." He took it out.
“You kept it in there?”
“Yes, well, I saw that you left it in here and I wanted to make sure it stayed safe. So I put it in my seat.”
Taking his bag, Cody also glanced down into the chest, seeing scattered pieces of paper and a few things that looked as though they were quite old. “Thank you. What sort of things do you keep in there?”
Smiling, Ted bent over and first took out a gold cross. “This belonged to my grandfather. I received it from him just before he passed. He always had it hanging over his bed, but as I already have my cross, I thought I would keep it in here along with his writings.” Taking out a sheet of parchment, Ted showed Cody one of the stories that his grandfather had written, the black letters spilling across the page.
“Your hand writing looks alike,” Cody pointed out as he ran his fingers across the words.
“We went to the same school. They teach everyone there how to write the same. But I do wish I could write like he did. He always had such a way with words and could make the most mundane of things sound beautiful.”
“I wish I could have known him,” Cody said. It sounded like his grandfather meant the world to him, and he knew that Ted respected the man with his whole being. He had been young when he lost his grandparents, losing them both around the same time when disease spread across the village. Somehow he, Dustin and his father escaped from the disease, but the rest of his family was not so lucky.
“I wish you could have, too, Cody. I’m certain that he would have quite liked you. He did always like those who were eager to learn and were always questioning the things around them. It’s such a shame that we didn’t know one another earlier.”
“It is. But there’s really nothing I could have done living down on the farm to get myself to the castle to even see you. Even when my family was going to the castle to report about the harvests, they left me at the house, saying I was too young.”
Sighing, Ted knew that to be true. And it was too late to go back and do anything about it now. “But we do have one another now. That’s what matters, right?”
With a smile, Cody leaned forward and kissed Ted once again, cupping his cheeks as he did so. “The only thing that matters.”
Now, during lunch that day Ted had had a serious work with himself mentally about trying not to be too clingy towards Cody; he had gathered that his actions towards the other were already being construed as favouritism, and he had to let Cody spread his own wings to get on his feet in the castle much as Ted might want to intervene on his behalf.
And, in theory, that was easier said than done. When he had Cody there in the flesh before him he couldn't help but be clingy-- especially physically, and especially when Cody was kissing him like that. Dotting another kiss on Ted's lips, hands still on his cheeks, Cody asked, "One day, when I become better at reading, may we read some of your grandfather's things together?" The question was admittedly a bit selfish in that Cody just wanted to get to know the man who obviously meant so much to Ted, but Ted's face lit with a great smile that made Cody feel as though he'd just solved the answer to the mystery of life for the older teen, "I would really, really enjoy that, Cody." This time Ted was the one who leant in to initiate a kiss.
His father had been very dismissive of his grandfather's literature when Ted had tried to share it with him, and although his mother had been more than happy to read it to him and discuss it with him, Ted knew that it hadn't really meant anything to her the way it did him. Without even having ever read any of it to Cody, Ted knew that he would appreciate it and indentify with the beauty of the written word that he himself did; he just knew, he could feel it. There, on the once-again cushioned love-seat, Ted drew Cody onto his lap to kiss the other more soundly, reveling in the way Cody always so readily granted him access to his mouth, but then the way he kissed back actively, wasn't merely passive.
"How about we do some more reading?" Ted asked when they broke apart, brushing his fingertips over Cody's deliciously swollen lips and knowing that his own were in a similar state, "I want to see how much better you're improving every day if possible." Ok, every day was a bit ambitious he knew because not every day was as lackluster for him in terms of having things to do, but he now had more chance to be around Cody and therefore more chance to teach him. And what sort of a teacher, lover would he be, if he didn't devote adequate time and energy to help his lover improve?
Nodding his head furiously, Cody was excited to once again continue the reading lessons. He pulled out the small book of fables from his bag, but Ted placed his hand on the front cover, saying, “No. That one’s for you to read by yourself. I need to go grab…” he drifted off as Cody scooted off his lap and he stood, taking his King Arthur book off his shelf. When he returned, he opened the book, resting the covers on both their laps. “This is our book. We read this one together.”
Cody liked that idea a lot. To have one book that was just for his own personal practice and another that he worked through with Ted. Yes, he liked that idea a lot. “Ok, let’s start,” Cody said eagerly. Looking at the page, Cody took a deep breath before he began to read, slowly sounding out the letters, just as he always did. He was starting to recognize words, though, ones that were used often, and managed to get through a small string of words with no issues.
“Cody, this is fantastic,” Ted told him, so proud of all the things he had accomplished in such a short time. “I can’t believe how well you’re doing right now.”
Glancing up from the page, Cody smiled, the gap in his teeth showing, but he didn’t care. Not when he was around Ted. “I can’t believe it, either. But I’m actually doing it. I’m reading,” he said excitedly. What was frustrating (though he’d never say it to Ted) was that he was seventeen years old and he was reading children’s books. He was sure that Ted stopped reading these when he was maybe seven or eight. It only made him more determined to get better, so that one day he too could move on from the children’s books.
“You are, and you’re doing such a good job of it. How about you try the rest of the page now?” he suggested.
“Ok,” Cody said, getting back into his zone. He read a few words, then became stuck when a word he didn’t recognize came up. Ted helped him through it, though, and he took his time with things after that. Several minutes later, he was done with the entire page, even going onto the next one.
Ted listened to each word intently, having no doubt in his mind that Cody would become a very proficient reader one day. They had no idea how long they were sitting there reading, and then Ted looked at the page number they were at and saw that Cody had gone through five whole pages. Sure, he had his stumbles and slip ups, but those were only natural for beginner readers. Once Cody came to a good stopping point, Ted placed a bookmark inside the pages and closed the covers. “That was amazing, Cody.” Cupping his hand behind Cody’s neck, he moved forward, but this time he didn’t kiss Cody’s lips, instead he kissed his cheek. And then his temple and his forehead and his nose and his eyelids. And he wasn’t about to stop until his lips had touched every bit of skin on Cody’s face.
The actions brought a blush to Cody's cheeks just from the innocent intimacy of it, and the heat of the red flush was one that Ted could feel even though the kisses were brief. Now, he had noticed something when Cody had spoken lowly in his ear one time -how pleasurable it had felt- and he wondered if something more... tangible, would feel good to Cody's ear. Steadily but surely he wanted to learn all that Cody enjoyed for personal moments between them, so he could use them to bring Cody continuous pleasure and enjoyment.
With this thought in mind Ted dropped another butterfly kiss to the sensitive spot underneath Cody's ear; that light action making Cody give a soft gasp and shiver, his hand going to Ted's side, the other one still supporting the book that they had both been reading from. Cody knew, regardless of how many books he might one day read, that 'King Arthur' was going to be his favourite book-- just because it was his and Ted's book. However... It was rather hard to be focusing on things like that when Ted's soft lips were working over his skin, inadvertently driving him to distraction and making him think less-than-innocent thoughts with each passing moment.
"I am so proud of you." And, despite what Cody might think, Ted didn't just mean about the reading; Ted was proud of Cody because of everything he was doing to help his father, and as such was broadening his own horizons... and, well, in a weird way he was proud of the fact that Cody was refusing to crumble before the disparaging comments of the supposedly-superior staff members who had been here before him and, and, well, from the, ahem, hints from Virgil that he wanted Cody to settle down with Layla. The thought made bile rise in Ted's throat. No way.
When Ted complimented him like that Cody really felt that he was making great progress, and his momentary frustration of it being embarrassing that he was only reading children’s books abated. All of his feelings of concern, sadness, anger and confusion always seemed to vanish, however temporarily, whenever Ted held him or kissed him. Compared to Ted nothing else seemed to matter.
"We should try and have you reading once a day." Ted said softly when he finished kissing Cody's lightly reddened face, "It will be good practice for you, and it'll mean you have something to do when I get forced to entertain visitors of my parents' and everything." Despite how Cody was technically there to tend to him Ted wasn't going to have the ravenette stand outside the door of the room he was in, or inside of the room he was in, every minute of every day-- especially if the younger man didn't have a reason to be there. Ted knew that Cody would probably be wanting to be visiting his father again in a few days or so, most certainly at the weekend, but Ted found himself selfishly not wanting to let him do so... The more Cody returned between his home and the castle, the more Ted was afraid he would not want to come back.
“I can do that. But you’re sure that I won’t have to be there when you are entertaining people? At dinner parties, and things like that?” he asked, still unsure of some aspects of the job.
“Positive. The wait staff takes care of everything at meal time. You really wouldn’t have anything to do, so you may as well practice your reading.”
“That’ll be good. I really do want to learn to read better,” he told Ted. “And… maybe someday learn to write, as well.”
“Absolutely. I’d love to teach you to write,” Ted said, taking Cody’s hand in his. “But we’ll do one thing at a time for now, ok? It’s best to not rush things like this.”
“Ok,” Cody said, giving a quick nod of his head. And then the two of them sat there, neither of them saying anything for a long while, but Cody’s hand was still within Ted’s grasp.
Until there came a knock on the door, wherein Cody jumped up from the seat and stood next to the window, thankful he moved as quickly as he did since the door opened without a further word. “Brett? What brings you here?” Ted asked, thankful that he hadn’t come in any sooner.
“Father just told me that Kristen and her family are coming over on Saturday night and I think he wants me to propose to her after dinner, or something like that.”
“Seriously?” Ted asked, now standing as he walked over to his younger brother.
“Yes, seriously. I mean, at least I think that’s what I was getting from him.”
“Are you going to ask him about that? You’d need to know if you’re to propose when she’s here, or not. You don’t want to look like an idiot by asking too soon, right? But you don’t want to come across as rude or uncaring by not asking. Go ask Father and have him tell you exactly what you’re to do.” He felt a sense of relief wash over him, because it could have easily been him in his brother’s shoes. And it really nearly was. He looked to Cody out of the corner of his eyes and gave him a little smile.
“Don’t you think it’s a little soon, though? Our courtship only started a few weeks ago. You two knew each other longer than this and you still refused her.”
“But that’s different. I wasn’t in love with her. You two seem like the perfect fit for one another if I do say so myself. And maybe you’re not to propose, maybe you’re just supposed to have dinner together. Then you can propose the next time that you see her if our parents haven’t already arranged your marriage, that is. You do want to marry her, don’t you?” Ted questioned his brother.
When Brett appeared Cody was really tempted to kiss the younger man; if it weren't for him then Kristen wouldn't have had another focus for her affections and she would still have been projecting them onto Ted, which meant that Cody might have had to sit there and watch as his lover married another. However, he didn't think that would go down well with either brother and so he mentally just thanked him instead. Now, Cody was well-aware that he and Ted couldn't get public acknowledgement of their relationship, much less married at any point in their lifetimes (not officially anyway) but it didn't matter so long as no one else was usurping even the smallest part of Ted's affections.
"Yeah, I do." Brett said after a moment of consideration and nodded his head, "We get on really well, and, well, she's attractive." he waggled his brows in a manner which had Cody fighting a chuckle as Ted rolled his eyes with fond exasperation and then swatted at his brother's head, "Behave yourself. There'll be nothing like that until your wedding night." Brett suddenly shuddered; wrinkling his nose and looking almost the spit of Ted when he pulled the same face, "I know. Believe me, I know." Ted smirked slightly and said lightly, "Father had a chat with you then, huh?" Brett looked as though he had just been told he had to eat a mound of rotted fish, shaking his head in recognition.
"Keep laughing," Brett pouted somewhat as he made to leave the room, obviously to go seeking out Ted Sr. again, "--he'll be chatting to you soon enough as soon as he finds that woman of yours!" On that note the younger man left, and Cody chuckled slightly as Ted sent him a sheepish smile, "I hope you made me out to be an attractive woman at the very least." he said once the coast was clear, Ted moving back to him again, "The most attractive woman in the country." Ted promised, though Cody got the sentiment underneath the joking words and his cheeks went red once more.
"Not that attractive, surely..." he mumbled, embarrassed, Ted's resolute stare making him feel all the more vulnerable and exposed, "The most attractive ever. No one else has ever drawn my eye the same way, and no one ever will." Since the slight scare with Kristen, and with the impending threat of Layla lurking over them, Ted felt that he had to doubly reassure Cody that he wasn't even acknowledging the possible existence of someone else who might be considered 'better' for him. Already Ted knew Cody was 'the one' for him. Little did he know Cody felt the same about him.
Cody was sure now that this blush on his face would become permanent, everything Ted was saying or doing causing him to flush constantly. “Well, I know that I was taken with you the moment I saw you up on your horse,” Cody said to him.
Now blushing himself, Ted gave Cody a smile and yet another kiss. And they were definitely improving in that matter. He thought back to their first and second kisses, both scared, neither knowing just what to do, and then came back to the now. They had grown to learn each other, and had become much more confident in what they were doing with their lips, teeth and tongues. Walking forward, Ted pushed Cody’s back into the stone wall, fingers lacing into Cody’s hair.
Hands wrapping around Ted’s neck, Cody pulled his lover in closer, eagerly returning the kiss as his back pressed against the cold stone. His moan escaped his mouth, getting lost inside Ted’s. There was no way he could ever let this go.
Tracing his tongue along Cody’s teeth, Ted pressed his entire body against Cody’s, grinding their hardening cocks together. He knew that they shouldn’t be doing this sort of thing during the day time, as anyone could stop by, that point proven by Brett. But once they got started, it was so hard for them to stop.
Cody wanted to feel Ted’s hard cock in his hand once more, and this time he didn’t want to have anything in the way of it. And what he wouldn’t give to have that hot cock inside his mouth. Or, god the mere thought got him even more riled up, to have his own cock inside Ted’s mouth…
He moaned again, but this time Ted’s mouth wasn’t there. Ted had pulled back, stepped away from him completely, panting heavily with a straining cock in his trousers. “Cody, we really should stop. I don’t want to, but we need to. Plus dinner time is coming up, so someone will come knocking to inform me of that any time now. We can’t do this right now,” he reasoned. He looked Cody over, swollen lips and messy hair, knowing that he must look the same. Damn, he sure did a number on Cody. It only made him want the younger man even more.
Moving towards Cody once more -but being very careful to avoid bodily contact- Ted then reached a hand and straightened the raven hair. When Cody looked momentarily confused Ted quirked a slight smile, looking almost embarrassed with his own thoughts before even speaking.
"I don't want anyone seeing you looking as... as arousing as this." Hell, Cody was arousing all the time, but the naked need in his eyes and wantonly innocent image of swollen lips and messed hair meant that Ted's possessive instincts were making themselves known. Still looking as dazed as Ted internally felt, Cody merely nodded his head and allowed Ted to straighten his hair before backing away again; the both of them knowing that so much of a brush of hand on cheek would be enough to knock the last of their resolve... and it was just too risky. Ted went into the bathroom to wash up before dinner, more out of habit than actual necessity, and Cody leant against the wall, taking deep breaths to calm down.
It was so easy and oh-so tempting to just let himself be lost to Ted, and he had noticed that his control seemed to be weakening the more and more time they spent together... something that he was really going to have to watch out for seeing as how John already knew about them and all. How the other man had known was a puzzle, unless the kiss and conversation that he had witnessed earlier were really just a hinting as to the true relationship between John and Randy outside of just childhood friends. He would have to ask Ted sometime-- he didn't think the other would react badly to it.
When it came time for Ted to go to dinner Cody walked down with him, keeping slightly just behind the other the way he had seen other servants do when they interacted with a member of Ted's family. Immediately both found that they missed the other's presence at their side, but knew that they had to do such things for appearances sake. "When you're finished you don't have to wait for me. Just go right up to my room." he was reluctant to let Cody go to servants' rooms, and didn't think he was quite ready to be sneaking around in the dark just yet.
“Ok, I’ll see you in a while, then,” Cody said, not wanting to leave, but knowing he had to. He found that a number of the servants were eating by the time he made his way in there. One of them being Layla.
“Cody, I was hoping I’d see you again today,” she said, a huge smile on her face.
“Here I am,” he said, doing his best to keep from screaming at her to back off. Couldn’t she take a hint? This girl probably couldn’t tell a horse’s ass from its head, he thought, and that did put a smile on his face. “I must say I was surprised to see you working here, as well.”
“Well, I was mighty surprised when I saw you here! Who ever would have thought we’d be able to work together here?”
“Not me,” he answered. And he certainly wished they didn’t have to work together. But such is life…
“Isn’t this place-”
“Come along, Layla, quit dawdling,” the head cook told her. “You need to get in here are help me with this dessert.”
“Coming. I’ll see you later, Cody,” she said to him, and he gave her a nod, so glad that she was leaving. For now. The rest of the kitchen staff left the table, as well, leaving a few footmen (Eric wasn’t there, though, but Cody couldn’t be bothered to wonder where he was), Caroline’s lady in waiting and John and Randy.
“How do you two know each other, anyway?” John asked once she left.
“She’s from the village, too. It seems as though my father thought it’d be nice if she worked here, as well. Because I didn’t see enough of her down on the fields. I’m certain that my father intends for me to settle down with her some day soon.”
“Very interesting… You enjoyin’ your time workin’ here, at least?”
“Yeah. Different from the farm work, that’s for certain. Can’t say much about it here, yet, though, since it’s only been a day. Ask me next week, maybe I’ll have a different answer.”
“Doubt that. Granted, working on Lord DiBiase’s land is said to be easier than working for other lords, there’s nothing like working in the DiBiase’s castle. Won’t find yourself a better job, I guarantee it.”
The table slowly began to clear, and soon it was the three of them. John and Randy had finished their meals, and they both probably had work to do, but they wanted to remain until Cody, too, was done.
Standing, and taking his dishes to the bowl of washing up water and cleaning them before setting them aside to dry, Cody then turned to Randy and John, "Um, I'll be seeing you later then. Uh, about where I'm staying---" John held up a hand, obviously anticipating the next questions coming.
"You're in the room next to Randy and I, and I promise Michelle hasn't done anything to your stuff and nor has anyone else." Cody nodded and thanked John, being told how to get to the rooms and for which number he would be in, and then headed out of the kitchen to go on up to Ted's room. As he walked Cody found himself wondering what may have happened between Randy and John, because Randy seemed less hostile towards him than he had been earlier on in the day-- even when John had been jokingly ruffling his hair and giving him one-armed hugs. Curious, very curious, but he wasn't about to be looking a gift-horse in the mouth about the whole ideal. He was glad of it.
When he entered Ted's room he sighed softly, seeing his little bag was on the window-seat where he and Ted had set it aside when they had kissed earlier, forgetting about it. Cody was a little nervous about taking it to the staff rooms (he didn't doubt someone might attempt to pick on him in some manner for a while, a novelty) because he was concerned someone might look through his things. Them seeing his meager clothing didn't bother him, but he knew that many questions would be brought up if they found the fairytale book because there was no plausible explanation how a peasant -who couldn't read as far as anyone else was concerned- would own such a rare thing in terms of his social circle.
Setting himself on the bed, Cody wondered how uncomfortable the bed he would be sleeping in would be as opposed to Ted's. Or, maybe he was just going to be biased on the comfort because of the fact he wouldn't be sleeping in Ted's arms/with Ted's arms around him that night. He lost himself in the thoughts of the previous night; the way Ted had held onto him so desperately, and made such arduous sounds and reacted so intoxicatingly to his touch was enough to have Cody's body temperature rising several degrees and the hastily suppressed arousal that he had been experiencing earlier coming back full-force.
His cock was stirring, and despite his best attempts, he couldn’t get his erection to go back down. He didn’t know how it’d be to get caught by Ted on his bed with his cock hard and aching. But not even thoughts of a cow’s afterbirth could shake the thoughts of Ted from his mind. Not with Ted’s scent surrounding him on every surface on the bed.
And then the door opened, Ted standing there, quirking his eyebrow when he saw Cody on the bed, blushing and doing everything he could to cover up his crotch. “Is that something that I can help you with?” Ted asked.
“No,” Cody answered far too quickly. Then he remembered what he was supposed to do as part of his duties. “But I think there are a few things I need to help you with.” He stood, and his discomfort was made blatantly apparent, but he still tried to hide it.
Leading Ted to the bed, he made him sit where he had been just seconds before. Then, kneeling in front of Ted, he ran his hands down the clothed leg before he began to slip off the one shoe. He gently placed it to the side, then went back to remove the sock.
“You don’t have to do that,” Ted told him, “since it’s not part of the job requirements.”
“I may not have to, but I want to,” Cody said to him. His fingers slipped under the top of the sock and slowly he pulled it off, his fingertips lightly grazing Ted’s leg. And then his fingertips gently tickled the underside of Ted’s feet, feeling him reflexively jerk away and he swore he heard Ted giggle. Mischievously he glanced up and asked, “Why, Teddy, are you ticklish?”
“Nope,” Ted said, biting his lip and shaking his head.
Raising a brow, Cody set the foot down before going to the other one. He gave that one the same treatment, and once more heard the giggling noise from Ted when he touched the soles of his feet. “Are you certain that you’re not ticklish?” he asked again.
“Quite,” he assured.
“So, if I were to do this, it wouldn’t do anything to you?” With that, he held Ted’s ankle in his left hand as he ran his right index finger all along the underside. When he heard Ted snort out in laughter, he knew for sure that Ted had been lying. He kept it up, the sounds of laughter Ted was making was music to his ears. When he finally stopped, Ted could hardly breathe he had been laughing so much. Smiling, he stood, then placed his knees on either side of Ted, straddling his hips as he settled back onto Ted’s legs. He brought his face forward, whispering into his ear, “I’d love to find out where else you’re ticklish.”
Ted'd love to give Cody the excuse to find all his other ticklish spots... But right then he was somewhat distracted from his jokey comeback by the hardness that he could feel pressing into his stomach from where Cody was straddling him. Almost automatically Ted's hands settled upon Cody's thighs, shivering as warm breath caressed his ear in gentle puffs whenever Cody breathed.
"Are you ticklish?" Ted's voice came out a little lower, huskier than intended; but in his defense blood flow had begun rapidly flowing south both at Cody's suggestion and the fact that his lover was aroused. When Cody murmured a soft negative in his ear Ted wanted to pout; he wanted something to hold over Cody the way Cody now knew his ticklish secret. Then, a thought came to him, and he let one hand slide into Cody's hair.
For reasons that Cody himself couldn't explain whenever Ted played with his hair he got strong heated tingles shooting down his neck and spine and culminating in the already hot pool in his abdomen. And, weirdly, Ted only had to let his fingers play with the soft, dark locks or lightly trace his nails over Cody's scalp and he'd visibly shudder and his breath would catch audibly... A soft moan left Ted when he did just that and Cody reflexively ground his pert backside onto the growing hardness contained within Ted's pants. "Cody~" the word came out as a slight growl and Cody pressed a kiss to the sensitive spot underneath Ted's ear in response. And then, curiously, he let his tongue flick over the shell of Ted's ear.
This time it was Ted's breath that caught and the hand that was resting atop Cody's thigh still squeezed the firm muscle involuntarily. Oh, how he wished it was darker and time to go to bed; they couldn't risk such activities whilst people were awake in the castle. But if night-time came around then Cody would have to go to the servant's rooms.
"Cody--" Ted was struck with sudden inspiration, though was losing the will to talk about it as Cody began covering his jaw and neck with kisses. When Cody gave a small sound of acknowledgement Ted asked, "Do you know which room you're in yet, and do you have a room-mate?" Cody told Ted which room number he had, and then said that he was on his own as there was an uneven number of male staff-- and obviously the genders did not mix. Ted's heart soared, "Leave your door unlocked." he murmured, "I'll be coming down to see you." Cody pulled back to look Ted in the eyes at that, his own eyes wide in surprise, arousal and slight unease.
“Sorry, did you say that you’d come down to my room?” Cody asked, needing confirmation that he heard things correctly.
Nodding Ted answered, “Yes. Why, do you not want me there?”
“I’ll take you anywhere I can have you,” Cody replied back. Still, though, he worried at the thought of Ted being down in the servant’s quarters. What if he got caught down there? That would not be good. “But you’re sure it’s ok for you to go to my room?”
“I can go anywhere I please in the castle. No one will be up at that hour, anyway. And if I am seen, well, everyone knows that I tend to wander the halls at night. If there’s food missing from the kitchen in the morning, they know it was me that took it. Is that what you’re worried about? Me being seen with you?”
“Well, yes.”
“Trust me, it’ll be safer for me to go to your room than it is for you to come up to mine during the night.”
“You’re sure?”
“Positive. Now go along, I’ll give you some time to settle in, ok? Get used to your living quarters. I’ll be down when it’s darker and the castle is still.” Reaching up for a final kiss, Ted bid Cody goodbye, then sat up in his bed, propping himself against the headboard as he shut his eyes briefly.
Cody walked through the halls, quickly learning the paths that weaved throughout the castle. Once he reached the servant’s quarters, he looked at the numbers on the doors, remembering the one that John told him, but trying even harder to remember the numbers that Ted had showed him one day. He knew how to count aloud, as he had to keep track of inventory on the farm, but he didn’t know what the numbers all looked like. And then he came to one door that was open with only a single bed made up. That had to be it. Glancing at the numbers on this particular door, he made an effort to keep them in mind so he wouldn’t forget.
Stepping inside, he shut the door behind him, making sure to not touch any locks. Then he began to examine his living quarters. The room itself was small, but for one person who’d really only spend time there to sleep, it wasn’t bad at all. Considering that in the cabin he lived in, two people had to cook, eat, sleep, live there, this was certainly an upgrade. Though if he did have a roommate, living in such close quarters, it’d have to be someone that he got along with really well.
Next he sat on the bed. It was definitely not as soft and comfortable as Ted’s bed, but a step up from that cot. It was a nice, simple, very sturdy bed, and Cody had to think that it’d be great if his father could sleep on one of these instead of the rock solid straw bed that he had been sleeping on for so long. Lying down, he crossed his arms behind his head. Now all he had to do was wait for Ted to show up, whenever that may be.
Waiting for the time to come was almost unbearable; there was no way of knowing how many minutes passed, but each seemed to be an eternity. Cody tossed and turned on the bed after a while, rubbing a hand over his face and then running a hand through his hair. He could occasionally hear people walking outside of his room as they went to their own rooms, mainly male from the sound of it, so he wondered where the women went along then-- maybe they had a separate staircase.
After what seemed like eons all went quiet... and then Cody heard something that sounded like a soft shuffling and muttering. When the door opened Cody sat upright, feeling his heart pound slightly even though he knew Ted was coming, anticipation replacing the unease almost immediately. Swinging his legs off of the bed he motioned the other in quicker. "It's been ages." he murmured, his voice coming out lower and softer, probably unnecessary.
"I know..." Ted murmured, having felt each passing second the same way that Cody had; like thousands of needles had spiked through him. "Is it warm enough in here?" he asked concernedly, worried that Cody might be cold... which he then recounted was somewhat redundant considering where Cody lived.
"Yeah, yeah." Cody nodded his head immediately, "It's warm and quite comfortable..." he didn't voice that it wasn't as comfortable as Ted's room, but something told him that the other understood what he was subconsciously saying as there was a slight twinkle in his eyes as he moved to Cody. Cupping the younger man's cheek he rested their foreheads together before murmuring, "I missed you already in the time we were apart." The ravenette blushed and looked down at the words, then looking up demurely underneath thick lashes. "I missed you too." Cody murmured softly, "A lot."
Their lips met almost in tandem, their eyes closing as their tongues danced and curled together. It was an immediate reaction as all the passion that they had restrained earlier rose to the surface as they accessed their only outlet for immense pleasure that was flowing through them all. Cody knew that they shouldn't let themselves get carried away, but at the same time he knew they couldn't do the other way... they had to get involved with another. "Mhm~~" Did Cody moan? Was it Ted? Both?
They ended up moving, both of them backing slowly towards the bed, Cody being lain down by Ted as the taller man's body covered his. Cody's hands cupped Ted's cheeks and then slid through his hair, Ted's hands sliding over Cody's exposed legs (he was in his sleep-shirt after all) and underneath the shirt a little higher. Cody was wearing his underwear still, something that Ted was somewhat saddened about but... He'd compromise. Willingly.
Seemingly of their own accord, Cody’s legs wrapped around Ted, pulling him in tight. His hands then gripped at Ted’s hair as Ted’s fingers brushed behind his knees. “Oh goddddd,” Cody moaned. He could hardly believe what he was feeling, what Ted was doing to him. “I want to see you,” he said then, his lust filled eyes boring through Ted’s.
Sitting up, Ted rested on his heels as he stared at Cody, who sat up along with him. “You do?”
Now placing his hands on Ted’s shoulders, he nodded before sliding them down over his chest and abdomen. “Yes, I want to see what’s hidden underneath all your layers of clothing every day. I finally want to see what my hands have only touched.”
Raising his arms above his head, Ted then said, “Go on, then.”
Eyes going wide, Cody asked, “You want me to…?”
“Yes, go ahead. Undress me.”
Changing his position, Cody moved, rising himself up on his knees and let his hands grab at the fabric that fell to about mid-thigh on Ted. He then slowly began to pull up the night shirt, palms getting clammy, forehead getting sweaty. He could not believe he was doing this, he was actually undressing Ted. Not looking downwards until the cloth was off, he kept his gaze at Ted’s face, even when the fabric was covering it as it went over his head. Soon he had the shirt in his hands and allowed himself to finally see Ted’s body. “Oh my God.” Dropping the shirt between then, Cody’s hands went straight to Ted’s chest before returning to his shoulders. Next he bent down, his lips pressing lightly against Ted’s chest.
“God, Cody,” Ted said as he sucked in his breath as Cody’s lips made contact with him. “Keep doing that,” he encouraged as the kisses were peppered over his bare skin.
“You’re perfect,” Cody whispered against Ted’s body.
The words drifted up to Ted’s ears, and his hands instantly moved to Cody’s hair, gently tugging, getting Cody to look at him. Unable to think of the words to say, he brought his head forward, lips finding Cody’s in a kiss that spoke volumes.
Cody's hands held onto Ted's bare sides as that mind-numbing kiss took over all of his senses. He hadn't been lying, Ted was perfect. Actually, if he was honest, perfect seemed like an understatement. He willingly surrendered the kiss to Ted and the older teen greedily and happily took all of the access that he could get to taste the younger.
Breaking the kiss after several long, breathless moments, Cody returned his mouth to first Ted's jaw, and then down his throat before returning his attention back towards the newly exposed chest. His fingers mapped where his lips couldn't touch, the pair of them eventually shifting position so that Ted lay underneath Cody with the ravenette straddling his hips and continuing to kiss his chest. Oh, this was a position a certain part of his anatomy was more than interested in pursuing somehow.
Unable to resist the urge any longer he murmured, "Cody..." and those lust-darkened hues locked on his own and Ted momentarily forgot how to breathe let alone think. "T-Take your shirt off for me, please?" he added on the last as a hastened afterthought because he didn't want the other to think that he had to do it. Ted just wanted him to. A lot. Biting his lip slightly, Cody shyly looked down before sitting up astride the other's lap, his hands moving to the hem of it and then slowly sliding the material upwards. Ted's abdomen quivered in excitement just watching Cody's tanned skin being slowly exposed... bringing the obviously shy Cody into his embrace once the shirt was off because, to be totally honest, he was shy too.
There was a soft gasp from the two of them as they had so much skin-to-skin contact for the first time ever. Cody shivered as Ted's body heat surrounded him, noting that the other really was much more toned than you'd expect of someone who did no strenuously physical activities, but then he recounted that Ted had rather... attractive love handles, which denoted a little hint of decadence. It was this fascination and new desire that had Cody's hands moving over the area-- Ted's reaction after he'd done so would be forever in his mind.
His eyes looking into Ted’s as he gripped the love handles, feeling as Ted’s cock jumped slightly as he continued to move his hands over the soft flesh, he whispered into the cool night air, “I can imagine myself holding onto you as you make love to me.” He had no idea where his boldness came from, but once the words were out of his mouth, he couldn’t take them back, even if he wanted to.
Ted’s hips bucked upwards, brushing his hard, aching dick against Cody’s, which only turned him on further. Any mentions of love making brought images to his mind of the pair of them, a tangled, sweaty mess upon his bed sheets, and he could still only imagine what Cody would feel like as his body surrounded his cock.
Sliding himself upwards, dragging his hands down Ted’s chest as he did so, Cody once more found himself straddling Ted’s hips, taking in the sight of his lover’s perfect body. His hands were then back on the love handles; he couldn’t get enough of them.
Ted’s face was flushing red, noting that Cody’s sides were perfectly toned, not an ounce of fat on him, whereas he, well, it became obvious that Ted enjoyed the large meals the castle life provided him. But it seemed as though Cody was enjoying his body, despite the fact it was nowhere near as toned or tanned as his. Once again, the class separation became quite clear, but neither of them cared. In the night’s darkness, they were merely human, no different than the next.
“Can I touch you?” Cody asked quietly, hands now gliding over Ted’s lower belly, fingers dangerously close to dipping underneath the waist of his sleeping pants.
Assuming that Cody was asking if he could touch him there, Ted nodded his head, wanting nothing more than to find out just what Cody’s hand around him would feel like, skin on skin. “Yes, please touch me.”
Untying the small bow on the front of Ted’s pants, Cody loosened them so he could easily pull them off. Raising his hips up slightly, Ted gave his go ahead, and Cody gently eased the pants downwards, revealing to him, for the first time, Ted’s hard, leaking cock. Not removing the pants all the way, Cody let them rest around Ted’s knees. Reaching out, he first brushed his fingers over the silken skin. In his quest for more contact, Ted’s back arched off the bed, wanting, needing more of that decadent touch.
It probably shouldn't have turned him on as much as it did, seeing Ted's cock, but it did. Black excitement and a thrill of realisation of just how attractive Ted found him ran through Cody and joined the lust pooling in his stomach. He maybe had an inch, two at most on Ted in length he knew for sure now, but the older teen was just that bit thicker than himself. Ted was perfect-- inside and outside.
Cody curiously, tentatively wrapped his hand around Ted fully as he grew a bit bolder than exploring with mere fingertips; Ted's hips immediately surged into his palm and his own aching cock pulsed with need, Cody shivering as the musky scent of Ted filled his sinuses, getting him even more drunk on the other man than he normally was. Ted's pre-cum slickened his hand as Cody lightly began to pump his fist around the engorged flesh, making Ted bite down on his lip desperately to muffle a sinful moan.
"Cody~~" his accent sounded thicker with arousal, seeming to culminate in a growl and Cody took both as positive signs and wrapped his fist around the other more tightly. Obviously he'd never touched Ted exactly like this before, and as of yet he didn't know what the other personally liked, but he was sure that it couldn't be too different to how he touched himself. Well, he supposed that there was only one way to find out, wasn't there? And that was to actually do it.
Ted's cheeks were flushed and he was sure he had died and gone to heaven. Actually, correction, it was only going to be heaven if Cody was there to so... Well, wherever he was it was pretty damn incredible. If Cody's hand felt this good around him then he could only imagine how Cody was going to feel around him when he finally made love to the other as he had mentioned.
Their joint panted breaths seemed to echo around the room as Ted began driving himself almost automatically into Cody's still tentative, but growing in its boldness, touch. Cody was mesmerised by the way Ted's eyes had darkened, but had not once left his face save for rolling up in pleasure. Cody meanwhile was torn between watching Ted's face and looking down at how he was touching the other. No one else had ever touched Ted like this, and if Cody had his way, somehow, he would be the only one who ever would.
As Ted’s hips continually drove up and down in Cody’s hand, he could have sworn that something had taken over his body. He had no control over what he was doing, his need and passion so strong. The thought hit him, though, that he was the only one receiving such pleasure, and that wasn’t fair. Cody had to feel this, too. “Stop, Cody, please.”
Pulling his hand away as though he’d be struck down by God in that instant, his eyes grew sad as he looked down at Ted. Had he done something wrong? He thought that it was going so well. “Wha- did I- why?” he stuttered, backing up like he was about to be kicked out of his own room, not allowed to return to the castle.
Kneeling up, cock jutting straight out, Ted moved closer, reaching his hand out to stroke it through Cody’s hair. “Don’t worry,” he panted, realizing that his plea for Cody to stop probably sent Cody the wrong message, “you did nothing wrong. In fact, you’re doing everything so right,” he added, pressing a brief kiss to Cody’s lips. “I just didn’t want you to feel left out.”
Cody’s eyes went wide at that, and then he sucked in a sharp breath as Ted’s hand suddenly slipped into his undergarments, wrapping a hand around his cock. “Oh, God!” It felt incredible. Wanting to help Ted along, Cody brought his hands to his hips and pushed the clothing off his body, freeing Ted’s hands of the constraints.
“Touch me,” Ted ordered as his hand worked up and down Cody’s cock. When the hand returned to his own, he gasped once more. Was it possible for it to feel even better this time around? Because he swore that it did.
They leaned forward at the same time, lips crushing together, tongues tangling as their hands worked one another over. And then the tips of their cocks brushed, heat rushing through their bodies at the light contact. That little bit of contact was all it took before both of their hips jerked, seeking out the other’s cock.
With their dicks side by side, Cody and Ted wrapped their hands around them both, working in tandem as they stroked.
It felt so good, that was the only thought that either of them had save for continued thoughts of the other. They panted against one another's lips, breathing words of love and passion as perspiration built upon flushed skin and pre-cum all but flowed over their joined palms. It wasn't mere moments later when both were throbbing with their impending releases.
They seemed to have the same thought regarding climax and kissed one another deeply to prevent them crying out one another's names; the kiss was messy, wet and absolutely glorious. Ted was, unsurprisingly, the first one to cum, but the sensation of his lover's essence on his palm and his own cock sent him hurtling into his own orgasm.
Ted's arm that had been supporting his body over Cody's was shaking as his strength left him, forehead dropping onto Cody's shoulder as he panted and moaned softly. Cody's head dropped back onto his pillows, breathing hard and mewling slightly with his lingering euphoria. That had been... God, he couldn't even think of the word that fit right, because all seemed like understatements.
Finally giving into his weariness Ted collapsed onto his side besides Cody on the small bed, an arm immediately going to wrap around Cody. However, the smaller man merely moved off of the bed with obvious reluctance and got the small towel from his bag (he had a new one that was neatly folded aside which was apparently standard-issue for all the staff, which was why he didn't mind using his like this) and then moved back to the bed and almost tenderly cleaning Ted off before cleaning himself. He then threw the towel into his little wicker hamper-- again, each staff member had their own, looked after their personal laundry themselves.
The sheer devotion that Ted could sense Cody had towards him in his movements immediately had him pulling the other close, kicking off his sleep pants irritably from where they were still part way around his legs and getting underneath the thin blanket with Cody. However, it was plenty warm with their combined body heat. Ted pressed a kiss to Cody's forehead as Cody nuzzled into his chest; he could have happily remained in that moment in time for the rest of his life and been perfectly contented.