Fortunate Son (Part 14/?)
Title: Fortunate Son (Part 14/?)
Authors: wrestlemanix and eric_idle_rules
Pairings: 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: 6932
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, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13
Neither of them could hold out any longer. It had been too long already, and now that John had finally given in, there was no way they were stopping now. “Please, Randy,” he said, urging him along even faster.
Nodding his head, Randy quickly loosened his pants while John did his own. Up until then, neither really noticed the cold, so hot they were with one another. But when Randy slipped his pants down just enough to reveal his aching cock, that chill hit him and sent a shiver through his entire body. John had a similar reaction as he revealed to Randy his perfectly round, toned ass.
With a force and a need so strong, Randy pushed John against their tree, claiming his lips with his own once more. John proceeded to wrap his legs around Randy’s hips, his back pushing against the tree to hold him up. Bracing himself with one arm against the tree, Randy spit into his other hand, slicking himself up quickly as he aligned himself with John’s hole. It was going to be rough and over with fairly soon, both knew that and were willing to accept it. They had had worse in the past, and their passion was so intense at the moment, the pain was muted slightly by the lust and adrenaline pumping through them both.
Meanwhile, Ted and Cody could have sworn they heard swearing and loud voices emanating from the clearing. “Do you think something’s wrong?” Cody asked, those voices getting louder as approached the same worn path that John and Randy took not too long before them.
“I don’t know. I certainly hope not,” Ted answered, hastening their pace along the pathway. Once they emerged on the other side, both sets of eyes grew wide at the sight that they happened to stumble upon.
“Oh my God,” Cody breathed out, using all the available oxygen in his lungs, because when he saw Randy thrusting over and over into John, he forgot how to breathe.
If he had known Cody and Ted were there, Randy probably wouldn't have stopped what he was doing anyway, but as it was he didn't realise because he was completely and utterly focused on the man before him.
The desperate way John's hands grabbed at his shoulders and the tree he was braced against- seeking some sort of leverage or way to alleviate the sensations ruling him- was such a turn-on and Randy didn't hold back with his passionate, powerful thrusts. Their lustful moans, growls, cries and pants carried across to clearing, but no further; as though it was their own personal world.
"R-Randy--! Randy, fuck!" John's thighs squeezed Randy's waist and Randy's hands kneaded his hips and ass as he hissed in pleasure, not looking away from the other's face. The fact that they were having such fraught, passionate sex was one thing, but the fact that they were doing it fully clothed and in the morning made it all the hotter. John's eyes closed as Randy leant into his ear, crude, loving and sexual words all interlocking together into one continual stream that was making John's head spin as he tried to push himself further onto Randy's solid cock, ass willing and wanting to take him deeper and deeper.
The passionate, almost violently sexual display before them had Ted's eyes almost popping out of his head. The pleasure on John's face both confused and awed him; surely the man was hurting with Randy buried... so deep... inside of him... his thought trailed off as his eyes moved to Cody.
He and his lover had ducked behind a tree, and currently Ted's front was pressed into Cody's back as the other was slightly bent around the tree to see what was going on. They knew they shouldn't be watching... but it seemed almost insulting for them to look away.
Subconsciously, as a lustful cry of John's reached them at the end of the clearing, Ted rocked his hips forward. Would Cody make those noises? Would he make faces like that, if Ted was taking him? Heat increased in his belly as he heard a soft moan from Cody. And then, to make it even better and hellishly hard to resist at the same time, Cody rocked back against him.
“Oh, God,” Ted moaned as his hardening dick rubbed against Cody. His arm reached around Cody’s front, hand palming over his crotch. He could feel Cody’s hardness through the fabric, and he took hold, rubbing his hand up and down. While he was doing that, Cody was continually rocking his hips back, rubbing his ass against Ted.
And while they were doing that, they were still watching on as John writhed in pleasure, his hands tight around Randy’s neck as the younger man drove in deep. Head rolling back with a thud against the tree, John let out yet another cry of pleasure, obviously enjoying what Randy was doing to him.
They watched on as John’s body convulsed, knowing that his climax had overtaken him. Randy continued to thrust through it, pleasuring John even further during his orgasm. “Only you, John,” were the words he muttered into his ear right before his body stilled in its actions as he, too, came. His orgasm was intense, unintelligible sounds escaped from his mouth as his head dropped back and his back arched forward. He knew it’d be over quickly. Finally getting to be inside that body that he knew so well and loved so much after a week of nothing, it was bound to be intense.
Their chests were still rising with panting breaths as they calmed down from everything. Slowly, carefully, John unwrapped his legs from Randy’s waist as Randy pulled his spent cock out, and set his feet back down on the ground. “I’m sorry,” John whispered as he pulled up his pants.
“I understand,” Randy told him, adjusting his own pants. It was then that they both heard a noise that sounded a lot like a male’s voice coming from one of the nearby trees. And then… then there was a second male’s voice from the same place.
Giving his lover a curious look, John then began to move forward to see what the sound was. A slight blush touched his cheeks as he realised he'd be limping slightly for the rest of the day-- but he was smiling none-the-less. It'd been worth it. Randy's hand rested possessively on the small of John's back, the pair of them moving forward carefully.
This time they were the ones leaning around a tree. Two different hues of blue widened at the sight of Cody rubbing himself against Ted as Ted held a hip with one hand and rutted into Cody's perky backside ardently. Randy couldn't help privately muse about how those two had no /true clue/ what pleasure felt like.
"It would appear," John murmured into Randy's ear, nipping the lobe and hearing the soft, sexy growl of appreciation in return, "--that our reconciliation was a very nice show for those two." Randy chuckled lowly, the sound rumbling up from deep in his chest. "I'm so tempted to yell at them." Their erections would die on the spot. Swatting his lover's arm slightly John shook his head, motioning for Randy to hush for the moment and just let the pair finish. Randy pouted, but then smirked like the devil himself as John's dimples appeared in a wicked smile that looked almost indecent on his angelic face, "We'll make our presences known after."
Ted began to palm Cody harder, his cheeks flushed, head tilting back and hips thrusting harder almost on their own volition. Clothing felt good, but after seeing what was between John and Randy he couldn't help but wish they were doing what they were without clothing involved.
Cody was the first to cum; his head dropping forward as he moaned lowly, his orgasm seeming to have a knock-on effect to Ted's and sending him over the edge too. As they slumped into one another, falling into the tree, John wolf-whistled. The expressions of post-coital pleasure coupled with mortification were priceless. "Not bad boys, not bad at all!" John crowed.
“How… oh my god… how long have you… you were watching us?” Ted asked, starting and restarting sentence after sentence he was so in shock. He hadn’t even realized he stopped watching John and Randy, and apparently, neither did Cody.
“How long were you watching us?” Randy asked in return, raising his eyebrow as he moved behind John, wrapping an arm around his front, resting his chin on John’s shoulder.
“We really didn’t mean to,” Cody said, standing up, offering a hand to Ted to pull him up as well. Glancing down when he felt a chill, he saw that his cum was all over the front of his pants, but there was nothing he could do to hide it right then.
“But it definitely seems you were enjoying what you were watching,” Randy continued with a smirk.
“Well… yeah,” Cody replied quietly, face flushing. “I mean… We… Sorry. But I heard that you two were coming out here, so I thought Teddy and I could talk to you, because you two have been completely awful to put up with lately. So, I told him where you’d be and, well… we didn’t think that we’d walk up and see… what we saw.”
“It really is as Cody said. We just wanted to talk, and then… as soon as we saw you, well… we were, I mean, I just had to…”
Cody had never seen Ted so flustered before. The man always knew what to say and when to say it, never at a loss for words. Until now. “It’s nice to see you’ve made up,” Cody cut in, saving Ted from doing any more blabbering.
John amusedly wondered which one was going to have a coronary first over embarrassment or the prospect of he and/or Randy being mad. From the way Ted seemed to be shifting on the spot and could barely form a coherent sentence, John was betting on him.
"Thanks." he said in response to Cody's words, then flashed his dimples at them in a disarmingly warm grin. "Guys, relax. We aren't angry with ya for lookin' at us." he assured.
Absently letting his hand rub John's strong stomach Randy smirked before offering his own comments, "Yeah, I mean, I know I'm fuckin' gorgeous," the expletive obviously came out as Randy wasn't thinking of what to say, "--and John-John here ain't bad to look at--" he sent his lover a sweet smile and received an exasperatedly fond roll of the eyes in return.
"We don't know what came over us--" Oh, Cody could have really walked into that innuendo, but John cut Randy off at the pass by subtly elbowing him in the side. "--when we saw you two together, it just..." The older men nodded, showing that they understood what the pair were trying to say, "You two still haven't actually had sex yet, have you?" Randy asked.
Twin blushes confirmed his words even before the two opened their mouths. "Um..." this time Ted was the one to speak up, because he just had to know the answer to this crucial question, "John? D-Didn't it hurt when Randy-- inside you--?" It seemed embarrassment was still tempering his perfect speech, but you didn't have to be a genius to put two and two together.
Raising an eyebrow, John figured that he should tell them the truth. Now was not the time to sugarcoat things. “Yeah, it did.”
“It did?” Cody asked, looking hesitantly between John, Randy and Ted.
“Ya didn’ let me finish. Don’ say anythin’, Randy,” John added, pressing his finger to his lover’s lips. “It did hurt. At first.”
“Well… I mean… You don’t just… You can’t just… I mean,” Ted went on and on, still too embarrassed to ask what he was attempting to ask. Both John and Randy were waiting to see what he had to say, and were unknowingly leaning forward in anticipation. Finally, Ted’s voice dropped low as he managed to squeak out, “You can’t just, well, stick it in there, right?”
John couldn’t help but turn his head to look at Randy as he answered, “Wish we’d known that our first time around. O’ course, I was only fifteen, ‘n neither of us knew what we were doin’… So, I guess to answer your question, no, no you can’t just… stick it in there.”
“Well… then how does it work?” Cody asked, since he was still the more coherent of the pair, and he wanted to know, considering he was aching to be on the receiving end.
“Think about it, Cody,” John began, “you gotta check on a calf while it’s still inside the cow, what do ya do?”
“You want me to put my hand inside him?!” Cody shouted in surprise.
“No, I mean, is there anythin’ you do to help your hand along?”
“We grease it. Helps the hand to slide in lots easier,” Cody explained to Ted, who was looking not only embarrassed, but thoroughly grossed out at the thought of having an arm stuck up inside a cow. “So, you’re sayin’ we gotta grease… that?”
"Not grease," Randy started, then added, "-though I guess that would work. If you can't get your hands on some ointment or the like then you could always use the good old substitute we use." Call him stupid, but Ted wasn't getting what they were getting at, "Which is?" To be fair though his mind was still stuck on hands being inside cows and stuff.
"Spit." Randy rolled his eyes slightly, hand trailing up and down John's stomach as he spoke; deliberately letting it graze his lover's crotch on occasion just to make John give that little jump that had him grinding back onto Randy. "Spit?" Cody repeated, "Is that really enough?" The older men nodded, though added on that you needed a decent amount to mingle with their natural lubrication.
"So, you just... do that and then put it in there?" Ted said, finally managing to get the horrible images out of his head and focusing on what was going on. John tilted his head, "You could also use something else before that..." he wondered whether it'd be too soon to go into detail, but then reflected that the more they knew the less they'd hurt one another.
"Such as?" Cody asked, brow furrowing as he tried to understand. "Fingers." John said to the other, tilting his head as he regarded the younger men. "Sometimes it's better to use fingers first..." He and Randy hadn't figured that out for a while. And, now, retrospective of the things they had learnt together sexually, they figured that they should have figured that out sooner themselves.
"Fingers?" Ted repeated, swallowing hard. The talk of it was terrifying and exhilarating all at the same time. "Yup." Instead of Randy being the one with a lascivious grin, it was John's turn. "And, there's something else... but I don't think you two are quite ready for it yet."
Cody quirked his head to the side and furrowed his brow. “Something else? What else could go there?”
“John, you need to let them figure some things on their own,” Randy said to him, though he was now grinning wickedly. “You have fun with your new found knowledge, boys. We’ve got some more apples to collect. I’m sure Nancy’s wondering where we are.”
“Well, we’ll help you,” Ted offered.
John looked to Randy and shrugged. That sounded fine to them. “You don’t have a bucket, or anything to carry the apples in,” he said.
“I’ll just carry them in my arms,” Ted told him.
“You probably don’t want to do that. The apples are all pretty mushy by this point.” He began walking to the tree, the rest following. “Here, I’ll give you the bucket and I’ll carry them in my arms. My uniform’s already as good as ruined I imagine.”
Randy smirked when he saw all the small rips and tears that were all over the back of the uniform from being held up against the tree whilst also having a dick thrust up inside of him over and over. “Yup, that thing’s gotta go.”
“Remind me to never sit up against that tree ever again,” Ted said, causing everyone to laugh.
“I must say,” John began as he handed the bucket over to Ted, “I never thought that you’d be this much fun to be around.”
"Yeah, well..." Ted's face softened as he looked to Cody where the other had wandered to follow Randy to collect apples.
"--I've had a good influence in my life that's changed me for the better." John grinned slightly at the sentiment, wondering if Cody truly knew just how head over heels Ted was for him. John had known how deeply Cody felt for ages, but this was the first time he was getting a chance to see Ted's true feelings.
"Come on," he indicated trees to the other side of where Randy and Cody were, "We'll look here." Ted nodded, helping fill the bucket and then the impromptu carrier of John's strong arms with good apples. Cody, meanwhile, was amazed by how relaxed Randy seemed as opposed to how he had bee recently-- and it wasn't just the slight smile on the other's face that gave him away. "Can I ask what happened between you two now?"
Admittedly, Randy looked momentarily awkward as he looked down at him. "I'll tell you some point later on, alright?" Somehow Cody didn't think that the other was being truthful-- but he also knew that John and Randy both had to have realised that he and Ted wouldn't let the issue rest until they had told them what had happened. "So... Do you have a barn fetish like John does?" Randy asked Cody, the younger man almost falling over in surprise.
“Well, it’s a legitimate question, don’t you think? A good country boy like yourself. You told me about kissing out in your barn while your father was out. So, have you got an answer?” Randy was certainly good at changing the subject, Cody thought as he felt his face burning bright red. At Cody’s silence, Randy said, “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“God, Randy… I guess so… You happy now?” Cody answered.
“John and I first fucked in a barn.”
“God, Randy! I don’t need to hear every detail of your personal life,” he said, though he couldn’t help but be curious about what Randy was saying.
“It was absolutely awful, too,” he went on. “Well, the very first time, anyway. I made John stop it hurt so much… But it got much better when he had that whole lotion idea. Much better.”
“I really thought you hated him when I first saw you two. Obviously, I was very wrong there. I thought you hated me, as well. I actually called you an ass to Teddy that night…”
“Oh, did you now? Fair assessment. I tend to hate everybody at first, no need to take that personally,” Randy told him. “Now, tell me, later tonight, will John and I be hearing the sounds of love making through our walls?” Yeah, he certainly enjoyed making Cody blush.
Momentarily Cody was spared having to give an answer by John and Ted approaching them; the bucket piled high and John's thick arms holding many more. "Are you two not done yet?" John mused, then looked to his lover and arched a brow, "What did you say to him, Randy?" Randy gave John his best puppy-eyes, denying saying anything.
"Sure." John shook his head and then motioned to Ted to give Randy the other bucket, "Can't have anyone seeing you carrying it." he pointed out and the future Lord nodded, handing the bucket over somewhat reluctantly. "You Ok?" he asked Cody softly.
The still blushing ravenette nodded and then tried to reassure his lover that he was fine by sending him a smile. However, Randy's question, joking or not, had really gotten his mind working momentarily.
Ted was curious, but noted that Cody didn't seem in any condition to talk right then and so merely nodded before falling into step with the other. He'd think Cody had a fever if he didn't know better.
"We'll be seein' you two later." John grinned as they reached the gate, knowing they'd have to immediately split off when they got outside of it. "Don't do anything we wouldn't do." Randy sent Cody a deliberate wink; laughing slightly as he followed John towards the kitchen as Ted puffed up a little indignantly and Cody's blush returned afresh at the underlying meaning.
Watching their retreating back, Ted and Cody stood by the gate for a while before Ted turned and closed it. He noticed Cody was still blushing and asked, “Are you sure you’re all right? You’re not actually feeling sick are you?”
“No… I’m fine. It’s just… something that Randy said, that’s all.”
“You mean his don’t do anything we wouldn’t do?”
‘Well… that, too. But it was something he said while we were still in the orchard…” Cody trailed off, not elaborating on just what it was Randy said to him.
“What did he say?” Ted asked, hoping it was nothing that Cody would personally take offense to.
“He… No, never mind. It’s nothing…”
“Cody,” Ted said, grabbing his lover’s wrist, “it obviously wasn’t ‘nothing’. Not the way you’ve gotten all worked out. Come on, out with it.”
“Fine. He asked if they’d be hearing the sounds of our lovemaking tonight,” Cody said, finally divulging the information to Ted. And now it was Ted’s turn to once again flush beet red with embarrassment.
A nervous, shy laugh was shared between them both, neither of them outwardly saying what they thought about such a thing. They both wanted it, of course they did, but... how was one supposed to breach such a subject the 'right was'?
"Um... We should go inside," Cody was the first to break the self-conscious silence between them and Ted nodded even as Cody added, "It's starting to get chilly again."
They went back into the castle and headed towards Ted's father's study-- Ted Sr. had said he wanted to chat to his son about something. Cody followed him into the office when they reached it, using all of his self-control and will to remain blank faced before Ted Sr.
When the two began talking Cody admittedly tuned out; thinking about how Ted Sr. probably wouldn't be as friendly-ish to him as he was if he knew just what Cody and his son had done together.
Ted's mind was also not on what was going on. He wanted to make love with Cody. He wanted to so so badly. But, he didn't want it to be in Cody's little room. No, the romantic in him thought their first time was better suited to his bed. Ok, there might have been a possessive undertone there too.
“Son, are you even listening to me?” Ted Sr. asked when his son didn’t answer the last question that he asked.
“Huh? Oh, sorry, Father. What was it you said?” When the question was repeated, he simply nodded his head along answering, “Yes, yes.”
“Are you feeling all right? Has your illness from last month returned?” his father asked, noticing the far off look in his son’s eyes.
“What? No, I’m fine. Just… thinking about going to warm up. I was outside for a little while for a little walk, got a little chilly. Still feeling that chill, that’s all,” Ted told him, rubbing his hands up and down his arms to add to the effect.
“Well, one more thing before you leave. I’ve been trying to find this mystery girl of yours, but I still have had no luck. So, I’m inviting over another family to Brett’s wedding, one that you haven’t met before. The Ouellet family has been ruling over a great deal of land under their king’s orders, and they also happen to have a daughter about your age.”
“Ouellet?” Ted had never heard that name before, and, well, it certainly didn’t sound like the family name originated anywhere near here.
“Yes, they’re French,” his father said. “I wrote to her father, and we thought that the union would not only help our own families, but the diplomacy between our countries.”
Ted was now staring at his beaming father wide eyed, shaking his head back and forth. This couldn’t be happening…
It took all Cody had not to outwardly protest when he heard Ted Sr's decision. What was with this man? He'd married one son off, why was he so in a rush to do the same for Ted? It wasn't as though Ted was going anywhere! Or interested, you know...
"Father--!" Ted Sr. held up a hand and immediately halted the protest that his son was inevitably going to give. "I understand that you care for this mystery woman, son--" Ted internally apologised to Cody for having had him essentially ascribed as a woman in public, "--but you can't pine forever. Miss Maryse may be just what you need to get you over this unknown female."
Actively biting his tongue, Ted merely gave the slightest of nods with his head mutely. Ted was dismissed not long after and Cody followed, his own face slightly ashen-- not that Ted Sr. noticed. He truly believed that he had done well by his son by attempting to arrange him with Miss Ouellet and although he might be angry now he'd no doubt be thanking him later.
Making his way back to his room, Ted sat down on the side of his bed and pulled Cody onto his lap, arms going around his waist tightly as he pressed his face into the younger man's neck. Cody was silent, merely offering the other a small comfort by caressing the back of his neck quietly as his other hand rested upon Ted's back. As if keeping their relationship secret wasn't hard enough, they had to keep contending with this sort of thing...
“I am so sorry about him,” Ted whispered. Goddammit, why was his father always doing this to him? Of course, he didn’t actually know what he was doing, but that wasn’t the point.
A knock came on the door, followed by a soft female voice, “Teddy?” His mother.
“Come in!” he said, not letting go of Cody. In fact, when she opened the door and shut it behind her, he held Cody even tighter.
“Your father just told me the great news,” she said dryly. “I asked him why he’d do such a thing as to invite the Ouellets, and he said that he’s trying to extend our crown’s diplomacy, as well as trying to get you to forget your mystery girl.”
“That’s what he told me. And… Cody was with me, too.”
“Oh, Teddy,” she said, placing her hand on his cheek, rubbing her thumb over the surface lightly, “I’m so sorry. To you, as well. It’s just that my husband, he doesn’t really observe much, far more concerned with the big picture than he is the small details. Even though it’s those small details that can truly change the outcome of his big picture ideas. Please, don’t mind him. The wedding is still quite a ways away, and the family will be here for such a short time. You two’ll be just fine,” she said with a small smile.
“Do you know if…” Ted paused, unsure if he should ask his question, or not. He looked into her eyes and decided that he might as well. “Is Michael going to be invited?”
Biting her lip slightly, Lady DiBiase nodded, "Brett expressed the wish that he be invited-- I know your father wasn't too happy about it, but, well..." she trailed off and Ted gave a wan look to her in understanding, "Because it's Brett's wedding he's hardly going to want to say no and upset him." Sometimes Ted was sure their father believed Brett had forgotten Michael, even though the youngest hadn't been that young especially when he'd left.
"Do you think he'll come?" Ted asked, his hand absently rubbing Cody's side. He knew his lover was frustrated by this new news, but he could do less about it then Ted could. Somehow they were just going to have to grin-and-bear it as the old saying went. His mother sighed, eyes lowering momentarily.
"I'd like to think he would." she admitted softly and Ted nodded; Michael had always been close to their mother, as all of them were, and he'd been the one Ted Sr. had had the most hopes resting on until he had found the woman he had fallen in love with. Come to think of it, Ted had never even seen his sister-in-law.
Shaking herself slightly, Ted watched as his mother then sent him and Cody a soothing smile once more, "Don't worry, Ok boys? What happens will happen and you know I'm here if you need anything." She looked to Cody, "And I mean both of you." Cody was important to Ted, and so by proxy he had become important to her too. Cody blushed slightly, giving a shy smile as he murmured a soft, sincere, "Thank you, ma'am."
“Of course, Cody. Now, I’m going down to the kitchen to see if I can get myself some freshly pressed cider.” She always preferred it fresh, before it fermented into alcohol. “Did you boys want to come along?”
“Yes!” Ted answered excitedly. He loved Nancy’s apple cider in any way, shape or form. “Cody told me that he’d never had cider before, so he’ll need to have some as well.”
“Oh, you are in for a treat,” Caroline said.
“That’s what Ted was saying. He just kept going on about she makes the most amazing cider in the world. I had no idea that a drink could be that good,” Cody told her.
“Well, are you ready to see just what Teddy was raving about?” When Cody nodded, she replied, “Good,” and lead them out the door and downstairs into the kitchen. They saw Nancy hard at work on the cider, and Caroline greeted her, “Good afternoon.”
“Lady DiBiase,” she said in return, curtsying slightly. “What brings you down into the kitchens today?” she asked, though she already knew. Ever since she married Theodore, she had been coming down to grab herself some freshly pressed cider, and she had been married to the Lord for a long time now.
“Well, I was hoping that you’d have some cider set aside for me.”
Smiling, Nancy grabbed a cup, which she had filled with cider and chilled over ice. “I most certainly do,” she said as she handed the cup to Lady DiBiase, who drank her first sip of the season.
“It’s perfect, as always,” she said with a returning smile.
The way Nancy blushed at the praise made Cody smile slightly to himself; the grandmotherly woman was always so happy with even the smallest praise or acknowledgement of her cooking, and she deserved each and every praise she got.
Whilst his mother delicately sipped the cider, Ted grinned sweetly at Nancy; the expression on his face making him look six-years-old again in her mind. "Nancy... Please?" he gave a winning smile.
The two women shared a small laugh at Ted's display, Nancy then making a show of preparing Ted a cup of cider. Cody slunk back just slightly, because he felt awfully cheeky asking Nancy for some cider before everyone else-- as though he was somehow a top priority as opposed to the other servants.
However, he was saved from considering how to approach the subject when Ted's mother (who Cody actually found himself feeling more and more in-tune with each time he met her) said to Nancy, "Young Cody here has never had cider before, and I told him he simply must try yours-- its reputation is well-deserved."
Nancy smiled slightly at the newest addition to the DiBiase household; Cody had certainly been causing a stir among all manner of people, and he didn't even seem to know it. Nancy had lost count of all the times she'd caught and scolded Michelle and Layla for standing around gossiping about him.
Accepting the glass he was handed, Cody politely said, "Thank you, Nancy." before he then took a small, tentative sip, unsure what to expect. The flavours exploded over his taste buds immediately and the others assembled with him could all see his delight and enjoyment spreading over his face. "See? What'd I tell you?" Ted grinned.
“This is… delicious,” he said, amazed at all the different flavours that some apples and a few spices could produce. “Thank you.”
“And it’s not even alcohol yet. Just wait until you’ve had a cup or three or that in you,” Ted told him, his eyes now as mischievous as that grin on his face.
Cody took another drink this time, bigger than the sip he had before. He swore that it was even better the second time around.
“What’s this? I work tirelessly to bring you those apples, and I don’t even get the first taste?” Randy asked as he entered the room to grab some drink for the Lord.
“Well, Randy, it wouldn’t matter when you came along, because I always take the first taste,” Nancy told him. “But don’t you worry, I promised you and John a nice large cup of cider for the both of you, and you know that I always stand by my word.”
He gave her a warm smile, saying, “I know you are. I’m looking forward to it. Every year it’s better than the last.” He grabbed the pitcher of dark red wine and poured a glass of it. “Well, your husband awaits,” he said, raising the glass to Caroline before leaving the room once more.
Thanking Nancy one more time for the cider, Lady DiBiase then excused herself to go and rest for a little while before dinner. As she passed him and Ted, Cody noticed she sent him a small smile as her slender hand touched her son's cheek gently in a small showing of affection.
The action made Cody suddenly feel very lonely; his own mother had died in childbirth and as such he didn't know/remember anything about her... However, he would like to think that she was like Ted's mother. He liked to think she had a kind smile, soft voice and supported any of his choices unconditionally.
To help Nancy out Cody washed the glasses they had all been using, Ted lingering casually to wait for him, chatting to Nancy somewhat as he did so. Drying his hands Cody then moved to Ted, bidding Nancy goodbye as she returned her attention to her cider and they left to go back to Ted's room.
"So?" Ted grinned when they entered his room and the door was closed firmly behind them, "Was it good, or was it good?" Cody laughed softly, kissing Ted's cheek, "I can see why you like it so much." Ted chuckled and then shook his head slightly before repeating, "Wait until you try it with the alcohol though-- it's even better then."
Cody chuckled, “I believe it!”
Making sure that the door was locked, Ted then pushed Cody backwards towards the bed, laying the younger teen down as he climbed on top. “Good. Because come the night of our holiday party, I’m going to make sure that you’ve had at least one full glass of the mulled cider.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” he said, wrapping his arms around Ted’s neck.
Ted smiled before leaning down and taking Cody’s lips in a kiss. Their tongues danced across one another’s mouths, a far cry from their first kiss right here in this very room. A far cry from their second kiss, for that matter, when neither of them knew just what to do. Now, though, they could read the other’s body like a book, knowing what the other liked, and when to pull back when it was becoming a little too much.
When they did break apart for air, Ted looked into Cody’s eyes and whispered, “You know I want to make love to you so badly.”
Biting his lower lip and nodding, Cody answered, “Yes. And I want you to, as well… But… I don’t want… I don’t want John and Randy to be able to hear us, not for our first time, anyway.”
“I know exactly what you mean.”
“I also don’t want to be rushed out of your room, either…” Cody said, knowing just how hard it was for him to stay in Ted’s room overnight.
“We’ll figure it out,” Ted told him, stroking his hand across Cody’s temple. “We’ll know when the time’s right.”
It was a conundrum that they would have to figure out sooner rather than later; they had been together for over two, nearing three months now, and neither thought they could hold out much longer.
What they had witnessed between John and Randy had just added fuel to the fires that they had had smouldering lowly within their hearts since the very first time they had lain eyes on each other.
Leaning his head down again Ted was contented for the moment to just kiss and intimately (with minor sexual undertones) caress his lover over his clothing. Absently, as his hand touched over Cody's uniform, Ted wondered how John would suddenly explain the fact that he was missing a uniform of his own if anyone were to question him on it. But, the thought left his mind as quickly as it had come as Cody returned his kiss.
"I love you." Cody murmured softly, breathless as their kiss broke. The words still made Ted's heart swell as much as they had the first time that he'd heard them. "I love you too." Ted returned softly, forehead resting upon Cody's for the moment as they merely smiled at one another. They didn't need to fill their silence with meaningless chatter; they were content with one another's presences solely.
Suddenly, Cody leant up a little to whisper into Ted's ear, "Theodore." It was only a pretty recent discovery of Cody's that Ted had a small kink for whenever he used his full name. He merely grimaced whenever anyone else used it, but when Cody was the one to say it... the reaction was much different.
Ted moaned as Cody’s whispered word tickled his ear. He knew that everything about Cody drove him wild, but he never imagined that Cody saying his name would be one of those things.
Smirking, Cody took Ted’s ear lobe between his teeth, tugging on it lightly before licking along the shell of his ear. His lips found his way to Ted’s temple, placing a light kiss there first before he kissed his way down Ted’s strong jaw. His hand teased along the collar of Ted’s shirt, brushing his fingers against the exposed skin. “You like when I do that, Theodore?”
“Yessss,” Ted hissed, air escaping through his teeth as he laid his back onto the bed, letting Cody do anything he wanted to do to him. “So much,” he added, bringing his hand up and wrapping it around the back of Cody’s neck. “As if you even needed to ask.”
“I know… But I like hearing you say it,” Cody muttered against his lips before fully pressing them together in another deep kiss.
Once they pulled back, Cody’s teeth nibbling Ted’s lower lip lightly as he did, their hands remained on one another’s bodies. “We shouldn’t be doing this here.”
“I know,” Cody said. “But don’t you want to keep doing this right here and right now?” he asked.
With a grin, Teddy repeated his previous words, “As if you even needed to ask.”
Cody grinned in response and leant in for another kiss. Eventually though they did have to stop their kissing so Cody could help Ted get ready for bed. And once again he felt melancholy that he'd seemingly be sleeping alone.
The ravenette stayed as late as he possibly could, but eventually they both knew they had to part ways from one another. Taking another kiss Ted murmured, "I'll see you later, hopefully." Cody nodded, resting his forehead on the other's momentarily. As he entered the hallway to his room Cody paused as he noted John and Randy were standing outside their door, speaking in low tones.
Randy's eyes were hooded and whatever John was saying to him was very appealing to him indeed, "Come on Rand, don't deny it-- you know how much you like it when I rim you--" Cody could have sworn Randy shivered. "--it makes you turn to jelly underneath me."
Randy growled and all but hauled John into their room, neither man having noticed him and Cody now feeling incredibly confused. Rim? What did that mean? As he changed into his own nightshirt and got into bed Cody wondered whether or not Ted would make good of his word after everything that had happened that day.
He wanted to make love with Ted so, so badly. He wanted to give himself to his lover and show him just how much he meant to him and how serious Cody was about their relationship.
Authors: wrestlemanix and eric_idle_rules
Pairings: 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: 6932
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, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13
Neither of them could hold out any longer. It had been too long already, and now that John had finally given in, there was no way they were stopping now. “Please, Randy,” he said, urging him along even faster.
Nodding his head, Randy quickly loosened his pants while John did his own. Up until then, neither really noticed the cold, so hot they were with one another. But when Randy slipped his pants down just enough to reveal his aching cock, that chill hit him and sent a shiver through his entire body. John had a similar reaction as he revealed to Randy his perfectly round, toned ass.
With a force and a need so strong, Randy pushed John against their tree, claiming his lips with his own once more. John proceeded to wrap his legs around Randy’s hips, his back pushing against the tree to hold him up. Bracing himself with one arm against the tree, Randy spit into his other hand, slicking himself up quickly as he aligned himself with John’s hole. It was going to be rough and over with fairly soon, both knew that and were willing to accept it. They had had worse in the past, and their passion was so intense at the moment, the pain was muted slightly by the lust and adrenaline pumping through them both.
Meanwhile, Ted and Cody could have sworn they heard swearing and loud voices emanating from the clearing. “Do you think something’s wrong?” Cody asked, those voices getting louder as approached the same worn path that John and Randy took not too long before them.
“I don’t know. I certainly hope not,” Ted answered, hastening their pace along the pathway. Once they emerged on the other side, both sets of eyes grew wide at the sight that they happened to stumble upon.
“Oh my God,” Cody breathed out, using all the available oxygen in his lungs, because when he saw Randy thrusting over and over into John, he forgot how to breathe.
If he had known Cody and Ted were there, Randy probably wouldn't have stopped what he was doing anyway, but as it was he didn't realise because he was completely and utterly focused on the man before him.
The desperate way John's hands grabbed at his shoulders and the tree he was braced against- seeking some sort of leverage or way to alleviate the sensations ruling him- was such a turn-on and Randy didn't hold back with his passionate, powerful thrusts. Their lustful moans, growls, cries and pants carried across to clearing, but no further; as though it was their own personal world.
"R-Randy--! Randy, fuck!" John's thighs squeezed Randy's waist and Randy's hands kneaded his hips and ass as he hissed in pleasure, not looking away from the other's face. The fact that they were having such fraught, passionate sex was one thing, but the fact that they were doing it fully clothed and in the morning made it all the hotter. John's eyes closed as Randy leant into his ear, crude, loving and sexual words all interlocking together into one continual stream that was making John's head spin as he tried to push himself further onto Randy's solid cock, ass willing and wanting to take him deeper and deeper.
The passionate, almost violently sexual display before them had Ted's eyes almost popping out of his head. The pleasure on John's face both confused and awed him; surely the man was hurting with Randy buried... so deep... inside of him... his thought trailed off as his eyes moved to Cody.
He and his lover had ducked behind a tree, and currently Ted's front was pressed into Cody's back as the other was slightly bent around the tree to see what was going on. They knew they shouldn't be watching... but it seemed almost insulting for them to look away.
Subconsciously, as a lustful cry of John's reached them at the end of the clearing, Ted rocked his hips forward. Would Cody make those noises? Would he make faces like that, if Ted was taking him? Heat increased in his belly as he heard a soft moan from Cody. And then, to make it even better and hellishly hard to resist at the same time, Cody rocked back against him.
“Oh, God,” Ted moaned as his hardening dick rubbed against Cody. His arm reached around Cody’s front, hand palming over his crotch. He could feel Cody’s hardness through the fabric, and he took hold, rubbing his hand up and down. While he was doing that, Cody was continually rocking his hips back, rubbing his ass against Ted.
And while they were doing that, they were still watching on as John writhed in pleasure, his hands tight around Randy’s neck as the younger man drove in deep. Head rolling back with a thud against the tree, John let out yet another cry of pleasure, obviously enjoying what Randy was doing to him.
They watched on as John’s body convulsed, knowing that his climax had overtaken him. Randy continued to thrust through it, pleasuring John even further during his orgasm. “Only you, John,” were the words he muttered into his ear right before his body stilled in its actions as he, too, came. His orgasm was intense, unintelligible sounds escaped from his mouth as his head dropped back and his back arched forward. He knew it’d be over quickly. Finally getting to be inside that body that he knew so well and loved so much after a week of nothing, it was bound to be intense.
Their chests were still rising with panting breaths as they calmed down from everything. Slowly, carefully, John unwrapped his legs from Randy’s waist as Randy pulled his spent cock out, and set his feet back down on the ground. “I’m sorry,” John whispered as he pulled up his pants.
“I understand,” Randy told him, adjusting his own pants. It was then that they both heard a noise that sounded a lot like a male’s voice coming from one of the nearby trees. And then… then there was a second male’s voice from the same place.
Giving his lover a curious look, John then began to move forward to see what the sound was. A slight blush touched his cheeks as he realised he'd be limping slightly for the rest of the day-- but he was smiling none-the-less. It'd been worth it. Randy's hand rested possessively on the small of John's back, the pair of them moving forward carefully.
This time they were the ones leaning around a tree. Two different hues of blue widened at the sight of Cody rubbing himself against Ted as Ted held a hip with one hand and rutted into Cody's perky backside ardently. Randy couldn't help privately muse about how those two had no /true clue/ what pleasure felt like.
"It would appear," John murmured into Randy's ear, nipping the lobe and hearing the soft, sexy growl of appreciation in return, "--that our reconciliation was a very nice show for those two." Randy chuckled lowly, the sound rumbling up from deep in his chest. "I'm so tempted to yell at them." Their erections would die on the spot. Swatting his lover's arm slightly John shook his head, motioning for Randy to hush for the moment and just let the pair finish. Randy pouted, but then smirked like the devil himself as John's dimples appeared in a wicked smile that looked almost indecent on his angelic face, "We'll make our presences known after."
Ted began to palm Cody harder, his cheeks flushed, head tilting back and hips thrusting harder almost on their own volition. Clothing felt good, but after seeing what was between John and Randy he couldn't help but wish they were doing what they were without clothing involved.
Cody was the first to cum; his head dropping forward as he moaned lowly, his orgasm seeming to have a knock-on effect to Ted's and sending him over the edge too. As they slumped into one another, falling into the tree, John wolf-whistled. The expressions of post-coital pleasure coupled with mortification were priceless. "Not bad boys, not bad at all!" John crowed.
“How… oh my god… how long have you… you were watching us?” Ted asked, starting and restarting sentence after sentence he was so in shock. He hadn’t even realized he stopped watching John and Randy, and apparently, neither did Cody.
“How long were you watching us?” Randy asked in return, raising his eyebrow as he moved behind John, wrapping an arm around his front, resting his chin on John’s shoulder.
“We really didn’t mean to,” Cody said, standing up, offering a hand to Ted to pull him up as well. Glancing down when he felt a chill, he saw that his cum was all over the front of his pants, but there was nothing he could do to hide it right then.
“But it definitely seems you were enjoying what you were watching,” Randy continued with a smirk.
“Well… yeah,” Cody replied quietly, face flushing. “I mean… We… Sorry. But I heard that you two were coming out here, so I thought Teddy and I could talk to you, because you two have been completely awful to put up with lately. So, I told him where you’d be and, well… we didn’t think that we’d walk up and see… what we saw.”
“It really is as Cody said. We just wanted to talk, and then… as soon as we saw you, well… we were, I mean, I just had to…”
Cody had never seen Ted so flustered before. The man always knew what to say and when to say it, never at a loss for words. Until now. “It’s nice to see you’ve made up,” Cody cut in, saving Ted from doing any more blabbering.
John amusedly wondered which one was going to have a coronary first over embarrassment or the prospect of he and/or Randy being mad. From the way Ted seemed to be shifting on the spot and could barely form a coherent sentence, John was betting on him.
"Thanks." he said in response to Cody's words, then flashed his dimples at them in a disarmingly warm grin. "Guys, relax. We aren't angry with ya for lookin' at us." he assured.
Absently letting his hand rub John's strong stomach Randy smirked before offering his own comments, "Yeah, I mean, I know I'm fuckin' gorgeous," the expletive obviously came out as Randy wasn't thinking of what to say, "--and John-John here ain't bad to look at--" he sent his lover a sweet smile and received an exasperatedly fond roll of the eyes in return.
"We don't know what came over us--" Oh, Cody could have really walked into that innuendo, but John cut Randy off at the pass by subtly elbowing him in the side. "--when we saw you two together, it just..." The older men nodded, showing that they understood what the pair were trying to say, "You two still haven't actually had sex yet, have you?" Randy asked.
Twin blushes confirmed his words even before the two opened their mouths. "Um..." this time Ted was the one to speak up, because he just had to know the answer to this crucial question, "John? D-Didn't it hurt when Randy-- inside you--?" It seemed embarrassment was still tempering his perfect speech, but you didn't have to be a genius to put two and two together.
Raising an eyebrow, John figured that he should tell them the truth. Now was not the time to sugarcoat things. “Yeah, it did.”
“It did?” Cody asked, looking hesitantly between John, Randy and Ted.
“Ya didn’ let me finish. Don’ say anythin’, Randy,” John added, pressing his finger to his lover’s lips. “It did hurt. At first.”
“Well… I mean… You don’t just… You can’t just… I mean,” Ted went on and on, still too embarrassed to ask what he was attempting to ask. Both John and Randy were waiting to see what he had to say, and were unknowingly leaning forward in anticipation. Finally, Ted’s voice dropped low as he managed to squeak out, “You can’t just, well, stick it in there, right?”
John couldn’t help but turn his head to look at Randy as he answered, “Wish we’d known that our first time around. O’ course, I was only fifteen, ‘n neither of us knew what we were doin’… So, I guess to answer your question, no, no you can’t just… stick it in there.”
“Well… then how does it work?” Cody asked, since he was still the more coherent of the pair, and he wanted to know, considering he was aching to be on the receiving end.
“Think about it, Cody,” John began, “you gotta check on a calf while it’s still inside the cow, what do ya do?”
“You want me to put my hand inside him?!” Cody shouted in surprise.
“No, I mean, is there anythin’ you do to help your hand along?”
“We grease it. Helps the hand to slide in lots easier,” Cody explained to Ted, who was looking not only embarrassed, but thoroughly grossed out at the thought of having an arm stuck up inside a cow. “So, you’re sayin’ we gotta grease… that?”
"Not grease," Randy started, then added, "-though I guess that would work. If you can't get your hands on some ointment or the like then you could always use the good old substitute we use." Call him stupid, but Ted wasn't getting what they were getting at, "Which is?" To be fair though his mind was still stuck on hands being inside cows and stuff.
"Spit." Randy rolled his eyes slightly, hand trailing up and down John's stomach as he spoke; deliberately letting it graze his lover's crotch on occasion just to make John give that little jump that had him grinding back onto Randy. "Spit?" Cody repeated, "Is that really enough?" The older men nodded, though added on that you needed a decent amount to mingle with their natural lubrication.
"So, you just... do that and then put it in there?" Ted said, finally managing to get the horrible images out of his head and focusing on what was going on. John tilted his head, "You could also use something else before that..." he wondered whether it'd be too soon to go into detail, but then reflected that the more they knew the less they'd hurt one another.
"Such as?" Cody asked, brow furrowing as he tried to understand. "Fingers." John said to the other, tilting his head as he regarded the younger men. "Sometimes it's better to use fingers first..." He and Randy hadn't figured that out for a while. And, now, retrospective of the things they had learnt together sexually, they figured that they should have figured that out sooner themselves.
"Fingers?" Ted repeated, swallowing hard. The talk of it was terrifying and exhilarating all at the same time. "Yup." Instead of Randy being the one with a lascivious grin, it was John's turn. "And, there's something else... but I don't think you two are quite ready for it yet."
Cody quirked his head to the side and furrowed his brow. “Something else? What else could go there?”
“John, you need to let them figure some things on their own,” Randy said to him, though he was now grinning wickedly. “You have fun with your new found knowledge, boys. We’ve got some more apples to collect. I’m sure Nancy’s wondering where we are.”
“Well, we’ll help you,” Ted offered.
John looked to Randy and shrugged. That sounded fine to them. “You don’t have a bucket, or anything to carry the apples in,” he said.
“I’ll just carry them in my arms,” Ted told him.
“You probably don’t want to do that. The apples are all pretty mushy by this point.” He began walking to the tree, the rest following. “Here, I’ll give you the bucket and I’ll carry them in my arms. My uniform’s already as good as ruined I imagine.”
Randy smirked when he saw all the small rips and tears that were all over the back of the uniform from being held up against the tree whilst also having a dick thrust up inside of him over and over. “Yup, that thing’s gotta go.”
“Remind me to never sit up against that tree ever again,” Ted said, causing everyone to laugh.
“I must say,” John began as he handed the bucket over to Ted, “I never thought that you’d be this much fun to be around.”
"Yeah, well..." Ted's face softened as he looked to Cody where the other had wandered to follow Randy to collect apples.
"--I've had a good influence in my life that's changed me for the better." John grinned slightly at the sentiment, wondering if Cody truly knew just how head over heels Ted was for him. John had known how deeply Cody felt for ages, but this was the first time he was getting a chance to see Ted's true feelings.
"Come on," he indicated trees to the other side of where Randy and Cody were, "We'll look here." Ted nodded, helping fill the bucket and then the impromptu carrier of John's strong arms with good apples. Cody, meanwhile, was amazed by how relaxed Randy seemed as opposed to how he had bee recently-- and it wasn't just the slight smile on the other's face that gave him away. "Can I ask what happened between you two now?"
Admittedly, Randy looked momentarily awkward as he looked down at him. "I'll tell you some point later on, alright?" Somehow Cody didn't think that the other was being truthful-- but he also knew that John and Randy both had to have realised that he and Ted wouldn't let the issue rest until they had told them what had happened. "So... Do you have a barn fetish like John does?" Randy asked Cody, the younger man almost falling over in surprise.
“Well, it’s a legitimate question, don’t you think? A good country boy like yourself. You told me about kissing out in your barn while your father was out. So, have you got an answer?” Randy was certainly good at changing the subject, Cody thought as he felt his face burning bright red. At Cody’s silence, Randy said, “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“God, Randy… I guess so… You happy now?” Cody answered.
“John and I first fucked in a barn.”
“God, Randy! I don’t need to hear every detail of your personal life,” he said, though he couldn’t help but be curious about what Randy was saying.
“It was absolutely awful, too,” he went on. “Well, the very first time, anyway. I made John stop it hurt so much… But it got much better when he had that whole lotion idea. Much better.”
“I really thought you hated him when I first saw you two. Obviously, I was very wrong there. I thought you hated me, as well. I actually called you an ass to Teddy that night…”
“Oh, did you now? Fair assessment. I tend to hate everybody at first, no need to take that personally,” Randy told him. “Now, tell me, later tonight, will John and I be hearing the sounds of love making through our walls?” Yeah, he certainly enjoyed making Cody blush.
Momentarily Cody was spared having to give an answer by John and Ted approaching them; the bucket piled high and John's thick arms holding many more. "Are you two not done yet?" John mused, then looked to his lover and arched a brow, "What did you say to him, Randy?" Randy gave John his best puppy-eyes, denying saying anything.
"Sure." John shook his head and then motioned to Ted to give Randy the other bucket, "Can't have anyone seeing you carrying it." he pointed out and the future Lord nodded, handing the bucket over somewhat reluctantly. "You Ok?" he asked Cody softly.
The still blushing ravenette nodded and then tried to reassure his lover that he was fine by sending him a smile. However, Randy's question, joking or not, had really gotten his mind working momentarily.
Ted was curious, but noted that Cody didn't seem in any condition to talk right then and so merely nodded before falling into step with the other. He'd think Cody had a fever if he didn't know better.
"We'll be seein' you two later." John grinned as they reached the gate, knowing they'd have to immediately split off when they got outside of it. "Don't do anything we wouldn't do." Randy sent Cody a deliberate wink; laughing slightly as he followed John towards the kitchen as Ted puffed up a little indignantly and Cody's blush returned afresh at the underlying meaning.
Watching their retreating back, Ted and Cody stood by the gate for a while before Ted turned and closed it. He noticed Cody was still blushing and asked, “Are you sure you’re all right? You’re not actually feeling sick are you?”
“No… I’m fine. It’s just… something that Randy said, that’s all.”
“You mean his don’t do anything we wouldn’t do?”
‘Well… that, too. But it was something he said while we were still in the orchard…” Cody trailed off, not elaborating on just what it was Randy said to him.
“What did he say?” Ted asked, hoping it was nothing that Cody would personally take offense to.
“He… No, never mind. It’s nothing…”
“Cody,” Ted said, grabbing his lover’s wrist, “it obviously wasn’t ‘nothing’. Not the way you’ve gotten all worked out. Come on, out with it.”
“Fine. He asked if they’d be hearing the sounds of our lovemaking tonight,” Cody said, finally divulging the information to Ted. And now it was Ted’s turn to once again flush beet red with embarrassment.
A nervous, shy laugh was shared between them both, neither of them outwardly saying what they thought about such a thing. They both wanted it, of course they did, but... how was one supposed to breach such a subject the 'right was'?
"Um... We should go inside," Cody was the first to break the self-conscious silence between them and Ted nodded even as Cody added, "It's starting to get chilly again."
They went back into the castle and headed towards Ted's father's study-- Ted Sr. had said he wanted to chat to his son about something. Cody followed him into the office when they reached it, using all of his self-control and will to remain blank faced before Ted Sr.
When the two began talking Cody admittedly tuned out; thinking about how Ted Sr. probably wouldn't be as friendly-ish to him as he was if he knew just what Cody and his son had done together.
Ted's mind was also not on what was going on. He wanted to make love with Cody. He wanted to so so badly. But, he didn't want it to be in Cody's little room. No, the romantic in him thought their first time was better suited to his bed. Ok, there might have been a possessive undertone there too.
“Son, are you even listening to me?” Ted Sr. asked when his son didn’t answer the last question that he asked.
“Huh? Oh, sorry, Father. What was it you said?” When the question was repeated, he simply nodded his head along answering, “Yes, yes.”
“Are you feeling all right? Has your illness from last month returned?” his father asked, noticing the far off look in his son’s eyes.
“What? No, I’m fine. Just… thinking about going to warm up. I was outside for a little while for a little walk, got a little chilly. Still feeling that chill, that’s all,” Ted told him, rubbing his hands up and down his arms to add to the effect.
“Well, one more thing before you leave. I’ve been trying to find this mystery girl of yours, but I still have had no luck. So, I’m inviting over another family to Brett’s wedding, one that you haven’t met before. The Ouellet family has been ruling over a great deal of land under their king’s orders, and they also happen to have a daughter about your age.”
“Ouellet?” Ted had never heard that name before, and, well, it certainly didn’t sound like the family name originated anywhere near here.
“Yes, they’re French,” his father said. “I wrote to her father, and we thought that the union would not only help our own families, but the diplomacy between our countries.”
Ted was now staring at his beaming father wide eyed, shaking his head back and forth. This couldn’t be happening…
It took all Cody had not to outwardly protest when he heard Ted Sr's decision. What was with this man? He'd married one son off, why was he so in a rush to do the same for Ted? It wasn't as though Ted was going anywhere! Or interested, you know...
"Father--!" Ted Sr. held up a hand and immediately halted the protest that his son was inevitably going to give. "I understand that you care for this mystery woman, son--" Ted internally apologised to Cody for having had him essentially ascribed as a woman in public, "--but you can't pine forever. Miss Maryse may be just what you need to get you over this unknown female."
Actively biting his tongue, Ted merely gave the slightest of nods with his head mutely. Ted was dismissed not long after and Cody followed, his own face slightly ashen-- not that Ted Sr. noticed. He truly believed that he had done well by his son by attempting to arrange him with Miss Ouellet and although he might be angry now he'd no doubt be thanking him later.
Making his way back to his room, Ted sat down on the side of his bed and pulled Cody onto his lap, arms going around his waist tightly as he pressed his face into the younger man's neck. Cody was silent, merely offering the other a small comfort by caressing the back of his neck quietly as his other hand rested upon Ted's back. As if keeping their relationship secret wasn't hard enough, they had to keep contending with this sort of thing...
“I am so sorry about him,” Ted whispered. Goddammit, why was his father always doing this to him? Of course, he didn’t actually know what he was doing, but that wasn’t the point.
A knock came on the door, followed by a soft female voice, “Teddy?” His mother.
“Come in!” he said, not letting go of Cody. In fact, when she opened the door and shut it behind her, he held Cody even tighter.
“Your father just told me the great news,” she said dryly. “I asked him why he’d do such a thing as to invite the Ouellets, and he said that he’s trying to extend our crown’s diplomacy, as well as trying to get you to forget your mystery girl.”
“That’s what he told me. And… Cody was with me, too.”
“Oh, Teddy,” she said, placing her hand on his cheek, rubbing her thumb over the surface lightly, “I’m so sorry. To you, as well. It’s just that my husband, he doesn’t really observe much, far more concerned with the big picture than he is the small details. Even though it’s those small details that can truly change the outcome of his big picture ideas. Please, don’t mind him. The wedding is still quite a ways away, and the family will be here for such a short time. You two’ll be just fine,” she said with a small smile.
“Do you know if…” Ted paused, unsure if he should ask his question, or not. He looked into her eyes and decided that he might as well. “Is Michael going to be invited?”
Biting her lip slightly, Lady DiBiase nodded, "Brett expressed the wish that he be invited-- I know your father wasn't too happy about it, but, well..." she trailed off and Ted gave a wan look to her in understanding, "Because it's Brett's wedding he's hardly going to want to say no and upset him." Sometimes Ted was sure their father believed Brett had forgotten Michael, even though the youngest hadn't been that young especially when he'd left.
"Do you think he'll come?" Ted asked, his hand absently rubbing Cody's side. He knew his lover was frustrated by this new news, but he could do less about it then Ted could. Somehow they were just going to have to grin-and-bear it as the old saying went. His mother sighed, eyes lowering momentarily.
"I'd like to think he would." she admitted softly and Ted nodded; Michael had always been close to their mother, as all of them were, and he'd been the one Ted Sr. had had the most hopes resting on until he had found the woman he had fallen in love with. Come to think of it, Ted had never even seen his sister-in-law.
Shaking herself slightly, Ted watched as his mother then sent him and Cody a soothing smile once more, "Don't worry, Ok boys? What happens will happen and you know I'm here if you need anything." She looked to Cody, "And I mean both of you." Cody was important to Ted, and so by proxy he had become important to her too. Cody blushed slightly, giving a shy smile as he murmured a soft, sincere, "Thank you, ma'am."
“Of course, Cody. Now, I’m going down to the kitchen to see if I can get myself some freshly pressed cider.” She always preferred it fresh, before it fermented into alcohol. “Did you boys want to come along?”
“Yes!” Ted answered excitedly. He loved Nancy’s apple cider in any way, shape or form. “Cody told me that he’d never had cider before, so he’ll need to have some as well.”
“Oh, you are in for a treat,” Caroline said.
“That’s what Ted was saying. He just kept going on about she makes the most amazing cider in the world. I had no idea that a drink could be that good,” Cody told her.
“Well, are you ready to see just what Teddy was raving about?” When Cody nodded, she replied, “Good,” and lead them out the door and downstairs into the kitchen. They saw Nancy hard at work on the cider, and Caroline greeted her, “Good afternoon.”
“Lady DiBiase,” she said in return, curtsying slightly. “What brings you down into the kitchens today?” she asked, though she already knew. Ever since she married Theodore, she had been coming down to grab herself some freshly pressed cider, and she had been married to the Lord for a long time now.
“Well, I was hoping that you’d have some cider set aside for me.”
Smiling, Nancy grabbed a cup, which she had filled with cider and chilled over ice. “I most certainly do,” she said as she handed the cup to Lady DiBiase, who drank her first sip of the season.
“It’s perfect, as always,” she said with a returning smile.
The way Nancy blushed at the praise made Cody smile slightly to himself; the grandmotherly woman was always so happy with even the smallest praise or acknowledgement of her cooking, and she deserved each and every praise she got.
Whilst his mother delicately sipped the cider, Ted grinned sweetly at Nancy; the expression on his face making him look six-years-old again in her mind. "Nancy... Please?" he gave a winning smile.
The two women shared a small laugh at Ted's display, Nancy then making a show of preparing Ted a cup of cider. Cody slunk back just slightly, because he felt awfully cheeky asking Nancy for some cider before everyone else-- as though he was somehow a top priority as opposed to the other servants.
However, he was saved from considering how to approach the subject when Ted's mother (who Cody actually found himself feeling more and more in-tune with each time he met her) said to Nancy, "Young Cody here has never had cider before, and I told him he simply must try yours-- its reputation is well-deserved."
Nancy smiled slightly at the newest addition to the DiBiase household; Cody had certainly been causing a stir among all manner of people, and he didn't even seem to know it. Nancy had lost count of all the times she'd caught and scolded Michelle and Layla for standing around gossiping about him.
Accepting the glass he was handed, Cody politely said, "Thank you, Nancy." before he then took a small, tentative sip, unsure what to expect. The flavours exploded over his taste buds immediately and the others assembled with him could all see his delight and enjoyment spreading over his face. "See? What'd I tell you?" Ted grinned.
“This is… delicious,” he said, amazed at all the different flavours that some apples and a few spices could produce. “Thank you.”
“And it’s not even alcohol yet. Just wait until you’ve had a cup or three or that in you,” Ted told him, his eyes now as mischievous as that grin on his face.
Cody took another drink this time, bigger than the sip he had before. He swore that it was even better the second time around.
“What’s this? I work tirelessly to bring you those apples, and I don’t even get the first taste?” Randy asked as he entered the room to grab some drink for the Lord.
“Well, Randy, it wouldn’t matter when you came along, because I always take the first taste,” Nancy told him. “But don’t you worry, I promised you and John a nice large cup of cider for the both of you, and you know that I always stand by my word.”
He gave her a warm smile, saying, “I know you are. I’m looking forward to it. Every year it’s better than the last.” He grabbed the pitcher of dark red wine and poured a glass of it. “Well, your husband awaits,” he said, raising the glass to Caroline before leaving the room once more.
Thanking Nancy one more time for the cider, Lady DiBiase then excused herself to go and rest for a little while before dinner. As she passed him and Ted, Cody noticed she sent him a small smile as her slender hand touched her son's cheek gently in a small showing of affection.
The action made Cody suddenly feel very lonely; his own mother had died in childbirth and as such he didn't know/remember anything about her... However, he would like to think that she was like Ted's mother. He liked to think she had a kind smile, soft voice and supported any of his choices unconditionally.
To help Nancy out Cody washed the glasses they had all been using, Ted lingering casually to wait for him, chatting to Nancy somewhat as he did so. Drying his hands Cody then moved to Ted, bidding Nancy goodbye as she returned her attention to her cider and they left to go back to Ted's room.
"So?" Ted grinned when they entered his room and the door was closed firmly behind them, "Was it good, or was it good?" Cody laughed softly, kissing Ted's cheek, "I can see why you like it so much." Ted chuckled and then shook his head slightly before repeating, "Wait until you try it with the alcohol though-- it's even better then."
Cody chuckled, “I believe it!”
Making sure that the door was locked, Ted then pushed Cody backwards towards the bed, laying the younger teen down as he climbed on top. “Good. Because come the night of our holiday party, I’m going to make sure that you’ve had at least one full glass of the mulled cider.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” he said, wrapping his arms around Ted’s neck.
Ted smiled before leaning down and taking Cody’s lips in a kiss. Their tongues danced across one another’s mouths, a far cry from their first kiss right here in this very room. A far cry from their second kiss, for that matter, when neither of them knew just what to do. Now, though, they could read the other’s body like a book, knowing what the other liked, and when to pull back when it was becoming a little too much.
When they did break apart for air, Ted looked into Cody’s eyes and whispered, “You know I want to make love to you so badly.”
Biting his lower lip and nodding, Cody answered, “Yes. And I want you to, as well… But… I don’t want… I don’t want John and Randy to be able to hear us, not for our first time, anyway.”
“I know exactly what you mean.”
“I also don’t want to be rushed out of your room, either…” Cody said, knowing just how hard it was for him to stay in Ted’s room overnight.
“We’ll figure it out,” Ted told him, stroking his hand across Cody’s temple. “We’ll know when the time’s right.”
It was a conundrum that they would have to figure out sooner rather than later; they had been together for over two, nearing three months now, and neither thought they could hold out much longer.
What they had witnessed between John and Randy had just added fuel to the fires that they had had smouldering lowly within their hearts since the very first time they had lain eyes on each other.
Leaning his head down again Ted was contented for the moment to just kiss and intimately (with minor sexual undertones) caress his lover over his clothing. Absently, as his hand touched over Cody's uniform, Ted wondered how John would suddenly explain the fact that he was missing a uniform of his own if anyone were to question him on it. But, the thought left his mind as quickly as it had come as Cody returned his kiss.
"I love you." Cody murmured softly, breathless as their kiss broke. The words still made Ted's heart swell as much as they had the first time that he'd heard them. "I love you too." Ted returned softly, forehead resting upon Cody's for the moment as they merely smiled at one another. They didn't need to fill their silence with meaningless chatter; they were content with one another's presences solely.
Suddenly, Cody leant up a little to whisper into Ted's ear, "Theodore." It was only a pretty recent discovery of Cody's that Ted had a small kink for whenever he used his full name. He merely grimaced whenever anyone else used it, but when Cody was the one to say it... the reaction was much different.
Ted moaned as Cody’s whispered word tickled his ear. He knew that everything about Cody drove him wild, but he never imagined that Cody saying his name would be one of those things.
Smirking, Cody took Ted’s ear lobe between his teeth, tugging on it lightly before licking along the shell of his ear. His lips found his way to Ted’s temple, placing a light kiss there first before he kissed his way down Ted’s strong jaw. His hand teased along the collar of Ted’s shirt, brushing his fingers against the exposed skin. “You like when I do that, Theodore?”
“Yessss,” Ted hissed, air escaping through his teeth as he laid his back onto the bed, letting Cody do anything he wanted to do to him. “So much,” he added, bringing his hand up and wrapping it around the back of Cody’s neck. “As if you even needed to ask.”
“I know… But I like hearing you say it,” Cody muttered against his lips before fully pressing them together in another deep kiss.
Once they pulled back, Cody’s teeth nibbling Ted’s lower lip lightly as he did, their hands remained on one another’s bodies. “We shouldn’t be doing this here.”
“I know,” Cody said. “But don’t you want to keep doing this right here and right now?” he asked.
With a grin, Teddy repeated his previous words, “As if you even needed to ask.”
Cody grinned in response and leant in for another kiss. Eventually though they did have to stop their kissing so Cody could help Ted get ready for bed. And once again he felt melancholy that he'd seemingly be sleeping alone.
The ravenette stayed as late as he possibly could, but eventually they both knew they had to part ways from one another. Taking another kiss Ted murmured, "I'll see you later, hopefully." Cody nodded, resting his forehead on the other's momentarily. As he entered the hallway to his room Cody paused as he noted John and Randy were standing outside their door, speaking in low tones.
Randy's eyes were hooded and whatever John was saying to him was very appealing to him indeed, "Come on Rand, don't deny it-- you know how much you like it when I rim you--" Cody could have sworn Randy shivered. "--it makes you turn to jelly underneath me."
Randy growled and all but hauled John into their room, neither man having noticed him and Cody now feeling incredibly confused. Rim? What did that mean? As he changed into his own nightshirt and got into bed Cody wondered whether or not Ted would make good of his word after everything that had happened that day.
He wanted to make love with Ted so, so badly. He wanted to give himself to his lover and show him just how much he meant to him and how serious Cody was about their relationship.