Fortunate Son Time!
Title: Fortunate Son (Part 17/?)
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: 9756
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, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16
“I would never mean to hurt you,” Ted went on. “I didn’t realize what I was saying to you, didn’t know that it would hurt and offend you as much as it did. You know that, from the bottom of my heart, I’m so, so sorry.”
Nodding his head and letting out a small squeak was about all Cody could manage. After his talk with John, he couldn’t help but to think that he had overreacted to Ted’s words, but in the moment? He had never felt so humiliated and rejected as he had right then.
“I do want you Cody. I want you so badly, I can’t even explain it,” Ted whispered into Cody’s neck. His lips pressed a kiss into the same spot, and then he trailed some kisses as far up Cody’s neck he could reach in their current positions. “But before you ask, we are not doing it here, either.”
Cody tensed up, had he just been rejected again? “But-”
“Cody, I know as well as you do that you don’t want us to be overheard by them next door. And you’ve been crying all day, for that I am so sorry, but now just… it’s not the right time. But when the time is right? Well, I’m going to enjoy every last second of our time together.”
Relaxing his body again, Cody melted into Ted’s body, tightening his arms, using them to hike himself up. Then he thought he might be getting heavy and reluctantly let his legs drop, relieving Ted of his weight. “So you do want to… make love to me?” Cody whispered.
“More than anything. Just not now. Not here. I’m not rejecting you,” he said, placing his palm on Cody’s face, “I’m just making sure that we wait until the time is right. That’s what you want too, isn’t it?”
Head dropping, Cody nodded weakly. He did want that, but at the same time he was sick of waiting and he didn't think he could bear to last until the Christmas party in a few weeks. Seeing how dejected Cody was Ted really understood how much he had hurt the other; something that he did regret with all of his being. The tawny haired male gently pushed Cody backwards until the younger man was sitting on his bed and Ted knelt down before him. "Cody, look at me, please."
When the younger man did so (with a frightening amount of reluctance, Ted noted) Ted cupped his cheek again as he took one of Cody's hands holding onto it with a tender firmness that spoke of their relationship and the connection they had therein. "Baby, I know it's difficult, believe me, but it'll be better if we wait."
It was very frustrating for Cody when Ted said that because it didn't seem like the other was overly fussed by it the way that he was. And then he mentally hit himself because it wasn't fair to think such a thing of the other. If Ted wasn't bothered about it the way that he was then he wouldn't be attempting to apologise or assure the other the way he was.
When the other's lips suddenly pressed against his Cody startled because he had been so lost in his own thoughts; the firm pressure made him melt all over again though and Ted used this sudden lucidness of his lover's form to push him down onto the small bed that belonged to the other as he continued kissing him. He did want them to reach that point with Cody, but he was determined that they wouldn't waste such a precious moment. He also knew Cody didn't entirely mean his reactions to waiting... just the whole, y'know, 'rejecting him thing.'
“I love you, Cody,” Ted said against Cody’s lips before delving his tongue in for yet another kiss. “More than anything. I hope you know that.”
“I do,” Cody whispered back. “I love you, too,” he told him when they briefly pulled apart to breathe. Raising his head up, he met Ted’s lips with his, his arms wrapping around the back of Ted’s neck, embracing him.
“Randy?” John said, lying back on their bed, watching his lover slip out of his work clothes.
As his pants hit the floor, Randy looked over, raising a brow as he said, “Hmm?”
“Well… I told Cody about us. Our past… You with Samantha, me with Elizabeth…” he told Randy, figuring he should let his lover know that he told Cody details of their past that neither of them had talked about in a long time.
“That would explain why Ted was going on about Cody saying that you didn’t know,” Randy said. “Thank you for getting the kid more worked up than he already was earlier today.”
“How was I supposed ta know he’d react like tha’?” John asked. “I jus’ told him so’s he wouldn’ make the kinda stupid mistakes we did when we was younger, tha’s all. Kid was jus’ overreactin’ to the situation since he was already feelin’ emotional.”
“Well, I, for one, think Ted should have fucked him and gotten it over with,” Randy said, rolling his eyes as he finally crawled into bed.
“I think it’s cute they wanna wait.”
“Cute… I think they’re wasting the best years of their lives. Think about all the things we’d already done by the time we were their age,” Randy said, a smirk forming on his face.
"When I can make love to you," Ted murmured lowly, breathlessly, "--I'm going to be the happiest man in the world. I want to give myself to you." He didn't think it was too far of a stretch to assume Cody was a virgin the same as himself given that Cody had had about as much experience as himself when they started doing things together after all.
Though the room had darkened a little with the candle dying down somewhat Cody could make out Ted's embarrassed and determined expression, and smiled slightly himself as he caressed Ted's cheek. "I can't wait to give myself to you either." he returned softly. When they did that then they'd forever have a part of one another; a permanent imprint in one another's lives moreso than anything else they'd done.
"Is sex all you think about?" John teased his lover slightly as he felt Randy's large hand beginning to rub up and down his stomach slowly, almost absent-mindedly. Randy gave him a look, "Are you telling me you actually think about other things?" he mock-gasped, "I must be losing my touch." he then paused, "Nah."
A soft snort of amusement left John before changing halfway through into a loud gasp instead as Randy's fingers traced over the length of his -currently flaccid- cock. "Since you seem so keen to talk about the past today," Randy began in a light, deceptively conversational tone, "I want to talk about some of our firsts together." He almost heard John swallow in nervous expectancy and Randy had to fight a grin; John was even more susceptible to dirty-talk than he himself was.
"W-What first?" John cleared his throat softly, voice low in an attempt to control it. Randy hummed softly, letting his fingers brush teasingly, fleetingly over John again before he then leant into his lover's ear. John tensed expectantly and Randy waited before going in for the kill: "Tell me about the first time I fucked your mouth John-John." John turned red-- though whether by Randy's command or the use of his childhood nickname Randy didn't know.
“What about it?” John asked, hardly able to get the words out of his mouth.
Still whispering into John’s ear, Randy answered, “Everything.” The single word came out like a breath, sending shock waves down John’s spine.
“It was on your fourteenth birthday,” John recalled, shutting his eyes as he thought back throughout the years they spent together. “Out by the tree. We’d been sitting on the ground, kissing, and you told me that, for your birthday, you wanted to try something special out.”
Randy was smiling as John told him about this memory, fingers still running up and down John’s now hard cock. “Mmm, then what did you say?”
“I asked you what you meant by that,” John answered with a grin. “You grabbed my hand and put it on your cock. Since we’d done that before, I was wondering what was so special about it. But I stroked, anyway. Then you told me to stop. When I did, you stood up and leaned back against the tree.” By now, John’s fingers were touching Randy’s as both hands gently trailed along John’s cock. “Your pants were down at your ankles, and I was sitting there, eye level with your cock.”
“And what did I say to you? What did I ask you to do?”
“You didn’t ask me anything. You told me to put my mouth around it and suck it. And, since it was your birthday, I decided to follow orders.”
“Only because it was my birthday?”
“Well, that and because, even back then, I was hopelessly in love with you. I just didn’t realize it at the time,” John answered. “Oh, and because it meant you’d do it back to me soon enough.”
Squeezing the head of John's erected cock lightly and eliciting a delicious mewl from the other as his hips bucked towards the touch, "I am a shockingly generous lover." Randy agreed with false modesty and John chuckled lowly.
"And then what happened?" Randy asked, rubbing his own hard, pant covered groin against the other's hip. John wanted to shift, pull Randy closer and rub against the other or take him in hand in turn; their positioning and Randy's insistence meant that he could do neither, completely at his lover's mercy. "What happened next John-John?" John moaned softly and Randy reveled in the pre-cum slickening his hand's transition over John's flesh.
"I took you in my mouth, and immediately I could taste you. You were salty but kinda sweet-- you had so much pre-cum I couldn't believe it. You had hold of my hair and the tree so tight I thought you were gonna break big chunks of the bark off of the tree." Randy chuckled lowly, licking John's earlobe, "Was just making sure that you didn't try and move away." John met his lover's eyes, one hand coming up and cupping a smooth cheek as he rolled his hips into Randy's hand, "As if I would of."
He closed his eyes again, remembering how Randy had begun inexperiencedly thrusting into his welcoming mouth; he had made John gag a few times, but he hadn't been sick, and it hadn't taken long until he was cumming-- not in John's mouth, as you might have expected, but on John's face when Randy accidentally jerked hard enough to dislodge himself from John's mouth. Even now Randy could remember how much that sight had affected him: John, his beautiful John-John, lips swollen and shining, eyes darkened and hooded, covered in his cum-- he'd looked like some debauched angel.
Leaning over, Randy pressed his lips to John’s, whispering against them, “Tell me what you thought about our first kiss.”
“A little bit more tame this time? Our first kiss… still underneath that tree… God, tha’ was such a long time ago… Let’s see, we’d been out, climbin’ the tree, runnin’ around like we always did. I sat down, leanin’ against the tree, ‘n you came and sat down next to me. I shut my eyes for a second, and suddenly, your lips was on mine. When I opened my eyes back up, I saw you lookin’ at me. I couldn’t believe what was happenin’. Not that I was complainin’.”
“I don’t know what came over me,” Randy said softly, reliving the memory. “But I’m happy I did it.”
“I am, too. If you hadn’t, I don’ think I ever would have done anythin’ of the sort. Sure, it wasn’t the best kiss I’ve ever ‘ad, but… it was my first kiss, an’ it was from you.” John opened his eyes again, smiling at Randy, whose face was hovering just about his.
“You know I am sorry for… Samantha. I mean, sleeping with her, that is. Not getting married to her. I still think that was for the best. If there’s one thing I regret in my life, it’s fucking her. I just wanted people to stop talking about us.”
“It’s ok, Randy. I know. I couldn’t stand all those looks we was gettin’, hearin’ all those hushed voices, knowin’ they was talkin’ ‘bout us… I never should have slept with Elizabeth, though. Only did it cuz a what you did. Always felt bad about it.”
Wrapping his hand fully around the base of the cock, Randy stroked his hand upwards. “But that’s all in the past now. We forgave each other for everything. Hmm, John-John, do you remember how we made up after that?”
Body arching into the firm, familiar touch John sighed blissfully. "I remember," he whispered, the words falling over Randy's own lips from how close he was to the other, "it seems like only yesterday after all." All of their firsts together seemed like they had happened only recently and not years ago now. A mark of growing older.
"It went a lot smoother than the first time we made love in the barn." Even to this day John regretted causing Randy pain even though the other still maintained that once he had gotten used to it he had been fine, and that he wouldn't have changed the way things had gone for anything. "It was the first time you took me. And it was in our room." the room they still shared.
Making love in the orchard hadn't come about until the Summer after they had begun sleeping together, and even then when it had happened the first time it had been completely spontaneous: a combination of wine, heady summer air and a fortnight of abstinence.
It had been when they had the first idea for using saliva as a lubricant-- and even then they had only really discovered that per chance by the way John had noticed how Randy's cock moved easier in his mouth once saliva'd been on it.
"You held me so tightly," John almost choked on the words as the remembrance came rushing back to him; they'd still been a little nervous in their experience, but willing and most certainly able. "You held me to you tight, like you never wanted to let go and promised me it wouldn't hurt for long."
Randy's hand began working a little quicker, his free one curling around the back of John's neck and tilting the other's head to have him look at him. "I never wanted to let you go." he confirmed, voice low and eyes aflame, "Never. I still don't. I'll never let you go." he held John's eyes and added in all seriousness, "I don't think I could let go even if you wanted me to."
“I’d never want you to,” John told him, the love evident in his voice. “Not back then, not now, not ever. I remember what it felt like the first time you entered me. You went so slow. The whole time you were talkin’ to me, tellin’ me to relax, that it’d get better.”
“And didn’t it get better?” Randy asked.
“Oh, did it ever. Soon you was hittin’ this one spot inside me. Never felt nothin’ like it before that. Though I sure have felt it lots since. But that day, when I first felt you in my body, I knew I had to feel that again and again. An’ I knew that I wouldn’t want it to be anyone but you.”
Their lips came together, Randy’s hand moving swiftly up and down the shaft. He could feel his own cock, still in its tight cloth restraint, rubbing against John. God, with the way John was talking, and the way the sweet friction felt against his cock, he thought he might even come without laying a single hand on himself.
Next door, the boys had undressed one another, taking to exploring their respective lover’s body with their eyes and hands and mouths. Ted gently pushed on Cody’s shoulders, getting him to lie back on the bed, head resting on the pillow. He kissed down his lover’s chest and abdomen, hands following the trail. Tired of teasing, he finally ran his tongue along Cody’s hard, leaking shaft, eliciting a deep moan from the younger teen.
Ted’s mouth never failed to feel amazing around his cock. That warm, wet heat surrounded him so perfectly. And that tongue? It was heavenly. He just wished that he could return the favour. As Ted’s mouth opened wider, taking more of him inside, Cody’s eyes grew, realizing that he could. “Teddy,” he said, tapping the blonde on the top of the head. “Teddyyyyy.”
His head raised up, looking at Cody, “Am I doing something wrong?”
“No. But… I… I want you to, umm, flip yourself around.” At Ted’s quirked brow, he went on, “Like, move so your legs are up here. So that I can suck you at the same time,” he said, blushing furiously at such a bold suggestion.
Ted’s eyes went wide. But how could he resist trying such a thing? Adjusting his body so his knees were around his lover’s head, cock right over his face, he leaned down, taking Cody into his mouth just as he felt Cody’s tongue on him.
Eventually Randy couldn't stand it any longer and wrapped his hand around John's base; the action making John mew in protest as his orgasm was essentially cut-off just as it had begun getting going. "Why~?" he moaned softly and Randy merely sent him one of those little crooked smiles that were especially for him.
"I wanna be there with you." he murmured. He didn't think he'd last five seconds if John was inside of him, or he inside of John, but there was something they could both do that would bring them just as much pleasure. With a few movements and some skill, Randy had himself as naked as John without even moving away from the other man.
Leaning down to catch John's lips in a deep kiss, Randy then twisted them so that he was underneath John. Pulling John over his own body he let his hands move to John's deliciously ample ass and squeeze slightly as he began to guide his partner if a slow, almost tender (but none-the-less satisfying) rubbing motion. John's hand reached down, bracing itself over Randy's heart as he held the other's gaze.
It was indescribable, that was the only word Ted could formulate in conjunction to what he and Cody were doing. He would admit that although the idea seemed obvious now his lover had suggested it he never would have thought about it on his own merit. He had one hand braced upon Cody's hip to control his lover from thrusting more than he was ready for, and his other hand was resting atop Cody's perky backside and kneading gently.
A low moan emitted from Cody as Ted's hand squeezed his taunt cheek and the vibrations were sent straight down Ted's aching cock; the sensation causing Ted to startle so suddenly that he all but dislodged Cody from his mouth enough to moan, "Oh God, Cody-!" before he remembered his task as hand and eagerly took his lover back into his mouth once more.
After a bit of experimental give-and-take (it was hard to focus on pleasuring your partner when what they were going to you felt so good) meant that they soon managed to establish a tentative, and yet continuous rhythm. Cody would bob as Ted's head went up and vice versa, soon finding the pace easy to remember.
Cody was the first to begin throbbing in warning and Ted pulled his mouth back to the head of his lover's cock before he dipped his tongue into the slit at the head the way he knew Cody liked-- and such an action rewarded him with Cody's release; the younger teen's cries muffled around the thick cock he still held in his mouth.
As Cody cried out, the vibrations went straight from his cock through his entire body, sending him over the edge. His hips lurched forward, back arching, head falling backwards, driving his cock further into Cody’s mouth as he came. Still panting, he brought his leg over to the other side closest to the wall and turned himself around so he was kneeling, facing Cody. “Damn.”
Smiling, Cody sat up and wrapped a hand around the back of Ted’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss. He could taste himself on Ted’s tongue, their tastes mingling together as they deepened their kiss. Cody let his tongue roam lazily across Ted’s mouth, as though he hadn’t yet had every surface already mapped out and memorized.
Next to them, the candle was nearly burned out; the last few seconds of its light went by, plunging the kissing couple into darkness. It didn’t bother them, though, as they continued to touch and kiss each other. Cody, whose hands were still around Ted’s neck, began to lie back, pulling Ted down on top of him. “I want you to hold me,” Cody whispered when they were lying down.
Happy to oblige, Ted’s arms went around Cody’s body, holding him tight. And, just like that, Cody in Ted’s arms, the pair drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
Next door, the slow pace of their movements had a hot fire burning in John and Randy’s bellies, building and building from the friction of their bodies rubbing together. “Fuck,” Randy muttered aloud before finding John’s lips with his. They were both so close, had been so close for a long time, but the slow movements staved off their orgasm. Until now. John moaned into Randy’s mouth, his cock twitching as it came into repeated contact with Randy’s. He pushed his hips down with a little more force, pulling out of the kiss as he muttered Randy’s name mixed with words of love.
Their combined releases mixed together over bare stomachs and even slightly onto their chests as they finally came; low, laboured breathing echoing around the small room they lay in. Had there been any light in the room John knew that the pair of them would have been sparkling from perspiration-- a sight he never got tired of, especially since he was the one to bring Randy to such physically pleasing heights. "I love you, Ortz." John murmured softly, stroking Randy's neck with a large hand. Randy brushed a kiss over the other's lips as they eased away from one another enough to clean up, "Love you too, John-John."
It was a strange sense of foreboding that awoke Cody the following morning. It wasn't anything like he had felt the day before concerning himself and Ted and sex and everything, but it wasn't a pleasant feeling. Maybe it was the fact that the Christmas party was coming closer and closer, and that meant that soon Ted would be being introduced to this French woman his father was keen on.
Shifting to press himself closer to the sleeping Ted (he'd wake the other soon so he had time enough to go back to his room and everything) Cody sighed gently and caressed Ted's side. The way the other snuffled cutely in his sleep and wiggled away from the probably tickly touch almost made Cody giggle in turn. So cute.
It was so frustrating, but Cody knew that it had to be as hard on Ted as it was on him... the other was just better at holding it in than he was. Ted was much more mature, more dignified, whereas Cody tended to let his emotions get the better of him. He made a vow to try to be less selfish from then on-- even though something told him that he wasn't going to do as good a job as he'd like to think so when confronted with another situation. Pressing a kiss to Ted's exposed neck, Cody moved his lips to his lover's ear, "Teddy-baby, wake up..."
“Mmm, already?” Ted asked, tilting his head to the side to allow Cody to continue kissing along his jaw and back down his neck.
“Yes, already. Not like I want you to go, though,” Cody whispered into Ted’s neck. His head moved downwards, placing light kisses on his collarbone and chest in the darkness.
“I can’t wait until the next time that we’ll be able to wake up together and we can actually stay together,” Ted said with a smile, even though Cody couldn’t see it.
“Will the next time that happens be the morning after your Christmas party?” Cody asked, still kissing everywhere on Ted’s chest.
His smile grew wider. “I think it might be.” He then moved, sitting up in bed, Cody sitting up with him. “I can’t wait for that night. You know that, don’t you?”
“I do. Because I can’t wait, either.” Cody placed a hand over Ted’s heart, then placed a kiss on his lips. “Now go, I don’t want anyone to see you. I’ll be up to your room soon to… wake you.”
“And dress me?” Ted asked as he stood from the bed, throwing back on his sleep clothes in a hurry.
“Of course I’ll help you get dressed. And then tonight, I’ll help you undress.”
Standing by the door, hand on the handle, Ted whispered into the dark, “I love you, Cody,” before he opened the door and slipped out, hearing Cody’s returning words just before he shut the door behind him.
The trip to his room was pretty simple as usual-- though he admittedly had a slight scare when he heard someone in the kitchen. However, it was only Nancy seemingly getting herself a glass of water and she paid him no heed. Ted had no problems reaching his room after that. The only problem in his room was... no Cody.
A grin touched his lips as he considered waking up on this bed with Cody in his arms, the pair of them having given the ultimate gift to one another that their circumstances would allow: each other. Completely and utterly. He truly couldn't wait. He truly couldn't think of anything realistically that he'd like more.
After another hour or so lain in the land between sleep and awake, Cody moved to get out of bed and then headed to go and get washed and dressed.
As he was exiting his bedroom John was coming out of his. The older man looked cheerful if a little tired. Cody decided that he didn't want to know. "Morning." he greeted, having it returned. He then paused as he spotted something over John's sleep-shirt. "Uh, John?" he pointed at the spot.
Unable to see for himself John frowned, arching his head back somewhat to allow the other to get a better look. "What? What is it?" he questioned and Cody didn't know whether to be amused or alarmed at his seeming lack of knowledge, "Um... Did you get bitten last night or something?"
“Ohhhhhh,” John said with a knowing grin, blushing slightly. “Well, ya know, sometimes the bugs ‘n things can get into your sheets n’ your pillow.”
“Bugs?” Cody asked, glancing back at the spot. “Looks like one hell of a bug bite.”
“Oh, yeah, well…” John paused when he heard the door opening behind him, Randy stepping out and shutting it once more, “there can be some pretty big bugs ‘round here.”
Cody’s mouth fell open into a silent “Oh” as he realized just what John was talking about. Looking one more time at the spot, he saw that Randy really went to town last night. He imagined that ‘bed bugs’ was the excuse that they gave if they ever had a glaring mark showing outside of their clothing. Made sense. “I do hope you can get rid of those bugs,” he said, his eyes going back and forth between the two.
“Hmm, I hope so, too,” Randy chimed in, “especially when they leave such large bite marks as this.” He bent down, inspecting the mark for himself, running his finger along it. To anyone else, it’d look like he was just checking up on him out of concern. But to Cody’s informed eye, he could see that the touch was far more than that.
“’N we best hope those bugs don’ make it into Cody’s room. Or, heaven forbid, up to Young Ted’s room,” John said.
Down the hall, one of the stable boys exited his room and overheard the mention of bugs. He looked at his arms and began scratching his chest. “Did you just say those bugs was back?” he shouted as he ran towards them.
Randy turned his back on the young man, biting his lower lip as he attempted to not burst out laughing. He fought to return his face to its normal stoic appearance, but it was one tough battle. Cody jumped in for them, though, saying, “They think that they might be. But it could have been something out in the stable. Just sleep with one eye open,” Cody warned him, shaking his head and chuckling as he ran past them to the bath in an attempt to wash up.
"You just can't help yourself, can you?" John murmured to his long-term lover as they too made their way to the bathrooms to wash. Randy, probably unsurprisingly was still wearing a slight smirk of amusement and failed at looking even marginally repentant. "Besides--" he leant in to the other and murmured, "You look so pretty with my mark around your neck." John elbowed him slightly.
"Besides," Randy added -after taking a few minutes to enjoy John's embarrassment- "the bugs do come after me too." he arched a brow. John rolled his eyes slightly and said quietly, "Yes, but when 'they' get you 'they' do it somewhere no one else can see." John did lose control around Randy, often, and did occasionally forget to be subtle in the heat of the moment the same way-- compared to his lover though it was almost as if he never forgot.
Cody washed in the bathroom and ensured he looked presentable before then hastening up the stairs. Talking to John meant he was minutely behind schedule but it was nothing drastic. Ted was still sleeping peacefully when he entered the room and the now familiar sight still made his chest feel all tight with pure, unadulterated adoration.
When it came to Ted he had noticed that he'd become somewhat sappy; not really caring too much though considering he'd already done daft things before the three men who got to see that side of him. Climbing onto his lover's bed he eased his weight onto his hands and then leant down to brush his lips against Ted's own briefly at first.
When Cody deepend the kiss Ted subconsciously responded-- waking in more ways than one as the gesture continued. "Mhm~" Ted's sleep-hooded eyes opened enough to see Cody's face and he smiled softly. Cupping one of his lover's cheeks Ted murmured, "Hey baby." in a sleep-husky tone that made Cody tingle inside almost as much as seeing Ted did. "You need to wake up." Cody murmured and Ted pulled him closer again, "More kisses first."
“If you insist,” Cody muttered before letting his tongue snake back inside Ted’s mouth. He felt Ted’s hands roaming over his back, and he let his hips jerk forward, feeling his lover’s very awake cock. Then he pulled his head back, out of the kiss. “You are going to have to get out of bed very soon.”
“In this state, I don’t think I can go much of anywhere,” Ted told him, moving his hand from Cody’s back down to his hard cock.
Cody sat back, deciding right then that one of these days, the first thing he’d do to awaken Ted in the morning was to take that cock into his mouth… But, right now, as he was already behind schedule, therefore making Ted late to meet with his family, he had to hurry things along. From his position over Ted’s body, he grabbed Ted’s hand and slipped both hands inside of Ted’s sleep pants. Together they began to stroke over the aching cock while Cody told him, “I ran into John and Randy this morning. It seems as though they’ve got a nasty case of bed bugs.”
Ted’s eyes went wide and he jerked his hand away from his cock, scrambling to get off the bed, his erecting falling almost immediately. “Can those spread to up here? What if they got onto you?”
“You should have let me finish my story. But, since you’re already up, I suppose that I can finish as I help you to dress.” He stood from the bed, walking over to Ted and wrapping his arms around him as he whispered, “You see, these bed bugs… they sure do leave some nasty bite marks.” Just after he said that, he brought his head down and nipped at Ted’s neck lightly with his teeth, a grin on his face.
Eyes widening with recognition, Ted then turned his head enough to pout at his lover. "You rotten minx!" That little statement had killed his erection and now that meant he had a wasted opportunity. "You're cheeky." he tapped Cody's nose with a reproving finger; the younger man not even attempting to look contrite. Being that he was already up he supposed he should get changed-- Cody had said they were running late.
"You owe me," he said, arms going around Cody in turn as he nuzzled the younger man at the sensetive spot underneath his ear, "--that was a cruel trick. However, I am glad they're not the real bed bugs." he released Cody to let the other select some clothing for him to wear that day. "So," he began, sitting on the edge of his bed and shamelessly admiring how Cody's trousers formed tightly over his backside as he bent to look through his wardrobe, "John has a bite mark you say?" he asked interestedly.
"Uh huh," Cody said, unaware of Ted's scrutiny for he took his responsibilities as Ted's valet seriously, having a pride in doing a good job both as his employee and also as his lover. "--a pretty nasty one. It's almost as though Randy wants to keep that mark there forever!" he laughed slightly at the over-exaggeration he used.
"Did you hear them last night?" Ted requested, sure he hadn't heard anything when he wasn't there. Cody took a moment and then shook his head, "No-- well, not anything that would denote a bite or something." he moved to Ted, holding up the shirt he had chosen and Ted obediently extended his arms so that the other could slip the fabric over his exposed skin after Ted had helpfully removed his sleep-shirt. "Weird... Then again, with those two involved I'm beginning to understand I just shouldn't be surprised."
“I know just what you mean. Those two are quite the pair, that’s for sure,” Cody agreed. He was sure that, if he asked, he could learn a thing or two from the older couple, things that neither he nor Ted would think of on their own.
“I can understand where Randy’s coming from, though,” Ted said, standing up from the bed, letting his sleeping pants drop to the floor as Cody stood staring at him. “Can’t you? Wanting to mark the one that you love so that everyone can see it?”
“Oh, I certainly know where Randy’s coming from.” Cody stepped in so that his body was flush with Ted’s, his hand reaching up to brush over his lover’s neck. “Each night when we’re lying there together, and I’m nipping at you with my teeth, I can’t help but think what it’d be like if I dug my teeth in a little further, or sucked on that soft flesh just a little bit harder…” Cody then brought his head down, letting his breath ghost over Ted’s neck as he said, “But all they are are fantasies.” With that, he stepped backwards, away from Ted’s body. “Now, you’ve got to get some pants on.”
“God, you’re such a tease.” Ted’s head had rolled to the side as Cody’s fingers brushed across the skin, eyes shut as he focused on everything Cody was doing to him. Now, he was once again torn away from that pleasure as Cody continued to tease him.
Cody did nothing but smirk. “Hmm, am I?” He paused, then said, “Come along now, you need pants before you can go out there, and all your dilly dallying is makin’ you even later than you were before!”
It took all of Ted's effort not to pout as he finished dressing, but Cody seemed to sense it because he wrapped his arms around Ted's neck lightly and brushed their lips together before murmuring, "I'll make it up to you later."
And, knowing that Cody meant it when he said something like that, Ted immediately perked up. It had taken a lot of skill and will though to stop his arousal from continuing to make itself known as he led the way out of his bedroom, Cody following.
They were in the foyer when they split off, Ted hastening into the dining hall and Cody heading down to the kitchens. John and Randy were sat opposite one another and he slid in besides them, wondering what others would say when they saw John's mark... but then he noticed that the older man had buttoned his collar all the way up for once to obviously hide the marking. The slight smirk he could see on Randy's face denoted that he found this whole thing amusing. A sentiment he admittedly shared when the topic of conversation became "what to do if the bed bugs come to your space" as it were. Cody almost choked on his breakfast with laughter.
"Ewww, that's disgusting!" Layla fussed, Michelle looking equally appalled as they brushed imaginary bugs and suchlike from their clothing. As usual, Layla tried to latch onto him. "Don't you think so, Cody? Isn't it disgusting?" he shrugged in a non-committal way.
Though Layla pouted she didn't let it deter her, and as she twittered away in his ear Cody allowed his mind wander back to the way Ted had seemed to be welcoming his supposed attempt to a bite upstairs.
“Cody?” Layla repeated for the third time after asking him some other question.
Hearing Layla attempting to get Cody’s attention, John gave the younger man an elbow to the ribs. He jerked his head in Layla’s direction when he looked towards him, and Cody then asked, “Huh?” as he looked towards her.
“Never mind,” she said, crossing her arms in front of her with a pout.
“I’m sorry, I just had my mind elsewhere.”
“But I’m right here talking to you! Why do I always get the feeling that you ignore me every time that I try to talk to you? Is there some other woman that you’re interested in, is that why you always do this to me?” she asked loudly.
“Can we not get into this here?” he asked, seeing quite a few staff members looking at them (although they were pretending not to as they moved food around on their plates and attempted to make subtle glances at them).
“Oh, so there is someone else,” she declared. “Well, I don’t think-”
“And what I think,” Randy said, standing from the table and speaking in his loud, commanding voice, “is that it’s time everyone got to work.”
“You are not the boss of me!” Layla spoke back to him, her current state of mind obviously making her forget just who she was talking back to.
He turned his deadly glare on her, narrowing his eyes. “Excuse me? I am the head valet. I am the direct line from Lord DiBiase to all of you. And don’t you forget that. Any of you,” he added turning his head to look at everyone sitting around the table.
John sat there, staring up at Randy, biting his lower lip. He sure did like when Randy used his power over people like that…
Noticing his lover's stare, Randy felt a flare of satisfaction curling low in his belly; John was an imposing figure in his own right, but he just didn't have it in him to really get into people's faces the way that Randy relished, and Randy did enjoy impressing the other.
"Problem?" he rumbled in a lower voice, everyone else now scuttling off to obey the Head Valet's commands after they had finished their breakfasts. Cody managed to hide his smile by finishing off his own food.
He'd bet that John did have a problem... but not one that could be mentioned in polite society. Bidding the two men goodbye as he washed up his bowl and headed out of the kitchen, Cody wondered whether they'd be sneaking off for another little jaunt in the orchard after Randy's display. He wondered whether he'd look as brain-dead and over-awed if Ted were to ever crack the proverbial whip before him. But then considered that yes, he probably would given that everything Ted did normally impressed him.
Pushing the uncomfortable scene in the kitchen with Layla out of his mind, Cody paused in the foyer to wait for Ted. Almost as though he were summoned by the younger man's thoughts Ted appeared. Sending the other a small smile, as much as they could get away with in public. "I fancy going for a ride today." Ted said, "You don't mind accompanying me, right?"
Immediately Cody shook his head, "Of course not, sir." the tawny haired teen led the way out to the stable where he called for John, "Would you mind readying Mercury for me, John?" sending the two lovers a subtle wink before then inclining his head politely, since the younger stable hands were there also, "Of course young master. Heading out anywhere special?" Still smiling, Ted shook his head, "Just fancied a little bit of time outside, that's all."
John made quick work of preparing Mercury for a ride, making sure to put down an extra blanket over him for some added warmth. All the while, he chatted with Ted and Cody. He knew that the other two stable hands were listening, probably shocked by how causally he conversed with the Young Master, even though the topic of their conversation was about the horses. “There ya go!” he said once Mercury was saddled up.
“Thank you very much, John. I don’t know what we’d do without you here,” Ted said, taking the reins from John before turning and leading Mercury, as well as Cody, out the stable.
“So, where are you going for your ride?” Cody asked, patting the great creature’s muscular side.
Stepping into the stirrup, Ted hauled himself up atop the horse. He smiled down at Cody, saying, “You’ll see soon enough.” He clicked his tongue and gave a light flick of the reins to get Mercury going at a slow pace so that Cody could easily keep up while walking. He so wished that he could have Cody up here, too, holding onto his waist from behind as they rode around the acres of land his family owned. But, alas, that couldn’t be the case. At least not while people could still see them.
“What’s out here?” Cody asked, glancing behind him to see the stable and castle getting further away.
“Nothing,” Ted answered.
“What?” Cody asked, confused.
“Nothing. No people, no watchful eyes of the castle… Out this way there’s absolutely nothing but a few trees and some grass.” He paused, looking around to see that they were a decent distance away from the castle. It had been a bit of a walk to get here, but as he looked around and could hardly even see the massive stone structure on the horizon, he knew it was worth it. He then dismounted Mercury, much to Cody’s surprise. When he draped his arms over Cody’s shoulders and pressed his lips into the younger man’s neck, he felt Cody’s arms wrap around his waist. And then he bit lightly on Cody’s ear lobe before whispering, “I wanna see how you ride.”
A sharp gasp left Cody at the action and the words, a tremor running through him that Ted could feel. Cody's arms tightened around Ted's waist a fraction as he breathed, "Oh God, Ted..." Ted hummed softly as though to acknowledge the other even though he didn't have too, nibbling the flesh that was still exposed to him.
"T-Ted--" Cody felt his knees quiver slightly as Ted's lips moved over his jaw before then working down his neck to where his shirt collar obscured the rest of his flesh from view. "Oh, don't stop--" he sighed pleasurably before mewing slightly as Ted got a particularly sensitive spot. He was never going to look at horse-riding the same again.
Mercury had been tied to a nearby tree to prevent the horse wandering off; he might be well-behaved but he would have been as absent-minded as any animal, and head off for a jaunt elsewhere. Since his horse was secure Ted could focus on the sole reason for his wish to head out in the semi-cold like this: Cody.
The ravenette ended up with his back against a tree, Ted bracing one hand on his thighs as they pressed close to one another. Their first kiss spoke of the passion that they had to keep restrained, the love that they were forced to hide from merely a select few. Cody moaned into Ted's mouth and this time Ted was the one trembling.
There was a faint breeze pulling at their clothing and their hair, causing the few remaining leaves overhead to rustle. It was a soothing sound that Ted vaguely considered reminded him of the sea... one day he'd take Cody to a beach and let him see the sea, let him enjoy the type of holidays that Ted took for granted and that he would probably never experience otherwise.
Cody was Ted's most precious possession (figuratively, of course, he didn't think of Cody as an object) and he wanted to treasure him, spoil him. When their groins brushed as they broke their kiss for air Ted choked out a low moan that emitted from low in his throat. "God, you make me lose myself so easily."
“Oh, God, I know,” Cody agreed. “Every time that I’m with you around the castle, I find myself wanting to touch you and kiss you, and it drives me insane knowing that I can’t.”
“But you can right now,” Ted whispered, causing Cody to slide his hands up into his hair and pull his head forward for another deep kiss. Cody’s tongue roamed the roof of Ted’s mouth and along his gums and teeth, anywhere he could. Their kiss went on for as long as they could possibly allow before needing to take a breath. He let his forehead rest against Cody’s, eyes meeting one another’s as their lips upturned into smiles. “I love you, Cody.”
“I love you, too, Teddy.”
Bending his head to the side, Ted began to kiss along Cody’s neck. One hand rose up to the button on Cody’s top, undoing the first two. His other hand pulled back the fabric, exposing a small amount of flesh. But it was enough. Ted kissed down Cody’s neck and over the newly exposed skin. He then glanced back at Cody, a wicked glint in his eye as he then turned back and latched his lips onto the spot. He sucked and nipped, much harder than he normally did.
Cody’s head fell backwards against the tree, eyes watching Ted intently. Watching as Ted marked him. He felt his pants tighten as his cock grew hard. He knew that Ted had a possessive side, but hearing about Randy’s bite mark on John seemed to have made that side of him come out. Not that Cody was complaining. “Teddyyyyyy,” he moaned.
A soft sound almost like a growl (and hell, if that sound hadn't almost made him cum in his pants like a school boy his name wasn't Cody Runnels) left Ted into Cody's flesh as the younger man moaned his name in a fashion that set him aflame.
Pulling back after few moments Ted surveyed his handiwork; saliva shone on the neat little rounded bruise, the sight of Cody's otherwise unblemished flesh marred by himself, a sight anyone might see by chance, was enough to make Ted's own cock harden to almost painful proportions. "Mhm..." humming in satisfaction Ted licked the mark, Cody allowing him all that he wanted to do to it.
"Mine." Ted pulled back to look at Cody, seeing his lover's beautiful face flushed and those lips swollen and taking in ragged breathing that denoted how much Ted affected him. "Yours." the lack of hesitation humbled Ted and fuelled his needs all the more as he let his lips take Cody's once more and Cody's hands threaded into his hair. It wouldn't be easy, they both knew that, but neither of them would ever concede to giving the other up and so they'd need to take a leaf out of John and Randy's books.
"I love you." Cody breathed again when their kiss broke, caressing Ted's cheek. "You're my everything." Hearing those words made Ted's eyes close, needing a moment to compose himself. And then, right there on the frosty, hardened dirt-ground, Ted slid to his knees before Cody. "Can I?" he murmured softly, hands going to his lover's trousers. Cody struggled to breathe as he choked out, "Yes-- Oh, Teddy--"
Pulling down Cody’s trousers over his hips, he let them fall to the ground, and instantly saw goosebumps appear on Cody’s flesh. He ran his hands up and down over his legs, attempting to warm him up. Soon he knew that the goosebumps that were still on those legs were due to his touch, no long able to feel that cold his hands slid over him. When he knew that Cody had warmed, he brought a hand to the semi-erect cock and wrapped it around the base, slowly pulling his hand upwards, watching as the cock grew before his eyes.
Cody couldn’t take his eyes off Ted. Couldn’t help but adore the way that he had attempted to warm his chilled skin before he went and took his cock into his mouth. Of course, that probably would have sent heat throughout his entire body far more quickly. But the care that Ted had always bestowed upon him never failed to amaze him. His hands found their way into Ted’s hair, fingers wrapping in the strands tightly. “Please, Teddy,” he begged.
“Please, what?” came the question, hot breath hitting his cock, his mouth hovering right over the tip of Cody’s cock.
“Please, I want you,” he pleaded.
“You want me to what?”
“In your mouth. I want you to take me in your mouth.” Anticipation so great, Cody could hardly get the words out. He needed to feel that hot, wet mouth around his cock again. It was something he could never get enough of, and he was certain that he’d never grow tired of it.
Granting Cody’s wish, Ted opened wide taking the head of Cody’s leaking cock into his mouth, groaning around it, feeling it jerk. Every twitch of that cock he could feel as his tongue swirled over the head, lapping up the drops of precum. Both hands were gripping Cody’s hips as his head tilted from side to side as his tongue had its wicked way.
Cody’s hands in Ted’s hair tightened and his hips bucked forward, wanting to have the whole of his cock in that mouth. The heat of the moment making him forget that Ted had never taken all of him in his mouth before.
The sudden increase of the thickness in his mouth made Ted falter slightly, choking only minutely before he managed to push Cody's hips back enough to get his mouth free. There was saliva shining on his lips, somewhat on his chin, Cody's erected dick also shining with that and pre-cum. He coughed slightly and alerted Cody to what he had done. "Oh, damn, so-sorry Teddy--" Ted held a hand up, licking his lips slightly before shaking his head. "Don't be sorry baby, just..." the tawny haired male paused slightly, obviously making a decision.
"Just... give me a minute." It took Cody mere moments to understand what his lover was going to do and he gasped as the other began to take his dick into his mouth once more. They reached the usual barrier where Ted normally paused, but then went passed it. It was a slow progress, Cody feeling Ted's harsh breathing through his nose as it came closer and closer to his groin. "Oh, fuck Teddy..." Cody whimpered, head thudding back.
Ted had actually managed to take Cody into his throat. Completely.
Cody was at the peak almost as soon as the thought registered in his mind, crying out as he spilled himself into Ted's welcoming throat as it tightened around him once more, the tight sleeve enough to smash any will he had to hold on. The ravenette sunk down against the tree somewhat, breathing harshly and with his eyes closed from the intense pleasure that filled him.
Equally panting, awed by what he had managed to do, Ted stared at the semi exposed body of his lover. Although the other was no longer in his mouth he could still feel the phantom pressure of Cody's cock within his throat.
Forcing his slightly glazed eyes open, Cody stared down at Ted who was still knelt before him, "Wow Teddy..." the ravenette breathed, "Oh wow..." Honestly he couldn't think of anything that he could say other than that, since he'd lost all capability of thinking.
Coughing again after taking a deep breath, Ted smiled crookedly at Cody, his shiny red lips a sign as to what he had just done. “So…”
“Oh my God, Teddy… I can’t believe you… you just…” Cody stuttered, still not able to speak or think coherent thoughts. Not after that. Yes, Ted’s mouth always felt incredible, that was without question. But the tightness of Ted’s constricting throat as he fought to not gag around the intrusion was like nothing he’d ever felt. It was incredible.
“For you, Cody,” he croaked out, throat still a bit sore from taking Cody’s large cock. He rested his hands on Cody’s bare legs, feeling the surface was chilled from the cold, despite the hot flush on his face. “C’mon, let’s get you dressed again,” Ted said, leaning forward to brush a kiss to Cody’s lips before standing. He extended a hand out to Cody, who was still sitting on the cold ground, pants down at his ankles. Instead of waiting for Cody to take his hand, Ted grabbed Cody’s wrists and hauled him up to his feet.
“Teddy… That…” he muttered, looking into Ted’s eyes. Then Ted’s eyes were gone as he saw that once again, he had dropped to his knees. “Teddy what are you…?” he began to ask, but he got his answer before he could finish his question. Ted had grabbed the hem of his pants and began to pull them back up his legs, back over his backside and cock to his hips where he made sure they were fastened before standing up. Yeah, everything that man did amazed him. Every. Single. Time.
“You know, there’s also something else I’ve been wanting to do for a long time,” Ted told him with a grin.
Curiously, Cody asked, “What’s that?”
“I would love to see you atop Mercury. You’ve got such a knack with animals, and you and Mercury are the two most beautiful creatures I’ve ever had the pleasure of setting my eyes upon,” he said, the blush on his cheeks masked by the cold bite of the air.
The request was surprising, but then not at the same time. Leaning in, Cody brushed a kiss over one of Ted's heated cheeks and murmured softly, "For you Ted, I'll do anything." he breathed. Ted's breath hitched slightly just at the possible implication of what could come from that, but he couldn't really do anything about it given that Cody was already heading towards his prize horse. He wasn't kidding when he said he thought Cody and Mercury were the two most beautiful creatures he'd ever seen.
Stopping before Mercury, Cody then patted the horse's neck lightly to soothe it; it might tolerate his presence but he hadn't been ridden by anyone other than Ted (and perhaps John on occasion when training him) and so he didn't want to upset the animal. "Hey there." he murmured softly, "Do you mind if I ride you for a minute?" For a second it seemed almost as though the horse understood him for he levelly looked at him a few moments before then snorting softly and almost nodding its head at him.
Smiling, Cody stroked Mercury's neck once more, "Thank you." he then moved and pulled himself onto the horse with what seemed like no effort at all, even though he hadn't actually been on a horse too many times before. Especially not one with a saddle. The ravenette shifted slightly to adjust himself atop the animal, then looking down to where Ted was standing. Even though there was nothing erotic about what he was doing he suddenly felt shy about it considering Ted had specifically requested it.
Bringing his hand up to shield his eyes from the dull wintery sunlight that was breaking through the trees so that he could look at Cody. When he saw his lover atop the stead he felt his breath catch in his chest; Cody looked almost ethereal atop his horse, an image that was both powerful and vulnerable at the same time. "W-Wait there." he managed, heading towards the other, "Wait right there." he then moved to the horse himself.
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: 9756
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, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16
“I would never mean to hurt you,” Ted went on. “I didn’t realize what I was saying to you, didn’t know that it would hurt and offend you as much as it did. You know that, from the bottom of my heart, I’m so, so sorry.”
Nodding his head and letting out a small squeak was about all Cody could manage. After his talk with John, he couldn’t help but to think that he had overreacted to Ted’s words, but in the moment? He had never felt so humiliated and rejected as he had right then.
“I do want you Cody. I want you so badly, I can’t even explain it,” Ted whispered into Cody’s neck. His lips pressed a kiss into the same spot, and then he trailed some kisses as far up Cody’s neck he could reach in their current positions. “But before you ask, we are not doing it here, either.”
Cody tensed up, had he just been rejected again? “But-”
“Cody, I know as well as you do that you don’t want us to be overheard by them next door. And you’ve been crying all day, for that I am so sorry, but now just… it’s not the right time. But when the time is right? Well, I’m going to enjoy every last second of our time together.”
Relaxing his body again, Cody melted into Ted’s body, tightening his arms, using them to hike himself up. Then he thought he might be getting heavy and reluctantly let his legs drop, relieving Ted of his weight. “So you do want to… make love to me?” Cody whispered.
“More than anything. Just not now. Not here. I’m not rejecting you,” he said, placing his palm on Cody’s face, “I’m just making sure that we wait until the time is right. That’s what you want too, isn’t it?”
Head dropping, Cody nodded weakly. He did want that, but at the same time he was sick of waiting and he didn't think he could bear to last until the Christmas party in a few weeks. Seeing how dejected Cody was Ted really understood how much he had hurt the other; something that he did regret with all of his being. The tawny haired male gently pushed Cody backwards until the younger man was sitting on his bed and Ted knelt down before him. "Cody, look at me, please."
When the younger man did so (with a frightening amount of reluctance, Ted noted) Ted cupped his cheek again as he took one of Cody's hands holding onto it with a tender firmness that spoke of their relationship and the connection they had therein. "Baby, I know it's difficult, believe me, but it'll be better if we wait."
It was very frustrating for Cody when Ted said that because it didn't seem like the other was overly fussed by it the way that he was. And then he mentally hit himself because it wasn't fair to think such a thing of the other. If Ted wasn't bothered about it the way that he was then he wouldn't be attempting to apologise or assure the other the way he was.
When the other's lips suddenly pressed against his Cody startled because he had been so lost in his own thoughts; the firm pressure made him melt all over again though and Ted used this sudden lucidness of his lover's form to push him down onto the small bed that belonged to the other as he continued kissing him. He did want them to reach that point with Cody, but he was determined that they wouldn't waste such a precious moment. He also knew Cody didn't entirely mean his reactions to waiting... just the whole, y'know, 'rejecting him thing.'
“I love you, Cody,” Ted said against Cody’s lips before delving his tongue in for yet another kiss. “More than anything. I hope you know that.”
“I do,” Cody whispered back. “I love you, too,” he told him when they briefly pulled apart to breathe. Raising his head up, he met Ted’s lips with his, his arms wrapping around the back of Ted’s neck, embracing him.
“Randy?” John said, lying back on their bed, watching his lover slip out of his work clothes.
As his pants hit the floor, Randy looked over, raising a brow as he said, “Hmm?”
“Well… I told Cody about us. Our past… You with Samantha, me with Elizabeth…” he told Randy, figuring he should let his lover know that he told Cody details of their past that neither of them had talked about in a long time.
“That would explain why Ted was going on about Cody saying that you didn’t know,” Randy said. “Thank you for getting the kid more worked up than he already was earlier today.”
“How was I supposed ta know he’d react like tha’?” John asked. “I jus’ told him so’s he wouldn’ make the kinda stupid mistakes we did when we was younger, tha’s all. Kid was jus’ overreactin’ to the situation since he was already feelin’ emotional.”
“Well, I, for one, think Ted should have fucked him and gotten it over with,” Randy said, rolling his eyes as he finally crawled into bed.
“I think it’s cute they wanna wait.”
“Cute… I think they’re wasting the best years of their lives. Think about all the things we’d already done by the time we were their age,” Randy said, a smirk forming on his face.
"When I can make love to you," Ted murmured lowly, breathlessly, "--I'm going to be the happiest man in the world. I want to give myself to you." He didn't think it was too far of a stretch to assume Cody was a virgin the same as himself given that Cody had had about as much experience as himself when they started doing things together after all.
Though the room had darkened a little with the candle dying down somewhat Cody could make out Ted's embarrassed and determined expression, and smiled slightly himself as he caressed Ted's cheek. "I can't wait to give myself to you either." he returned softly. When they did that then they'd forever have a part of one another; a permanent imprint in one another's lives moreso than anything else they'd done.
"Is sex all you think about?" John teased his lover slightly as he felt Randy's large hand beginning to rub up and down his stomach slowly, almost absent-mindedly. Randy gave him a look, "Are you telling me you actually think about other things?" he mock-gasped, "I must be losing my touch." he then paused, "Nah."
A soft snort of amusement left John before changing halfway through into a loud gasp instead as Randy's fingers traced over the length of his -currently flaccid- cock. "Since you seem so keen to talk about the past today," Randy began in a light, deceptively conversational tone, "I want to talk about some of our firsts together." He almost heard John swallow in nervous expectancy and Randy had to fight a grin; John was even more susceptible to dirty-talk than he himself was.
"W-What first?" John cleared his throat softly, voice low in an attempt to control it. Randy hummed softly, letting his fingers brush teasingly, fleetingly over John again before he then leant into his lover's ear. John tensed expectantly and Randy waited before going in for the kill: "Tell me about the first time I fucked your mouth John-John." John turned red-- though whether by Randy's command or the use of his childhood nickname Randy didn't know.
“What about it?” John asked, hardly able to get the words out of his mouth.
Still whispering into John’s ear, Randy answered, “Everything.” The single word came out like a breath, sending shock waves down John’s spine.
“It was on your fourteenth birthday,” John recalled, shutting his eyes as he thought back throughout the years they spent together. “Out by the tree. We’d been sitting on the ground, kissing, and you told me that, for your birthday, you wanted to try something special out.”
Randy was smiling as John told him about this memory, fingers still running up and down John’s now hard cock. “Mmm, then what did you say?”
“I asked you what you meant by that,” John answered with a grin. “You grabbed my hand and put it on your cock. Since we’d done that before, I was wondering what was so special about it. But I stroked, anyway. Then you told me to stop. When I did, you stood up and leaned back against the tree.” By now, John’s fingers were touching Randy’s as both hands gently trailed along John’s cock. “Your pants were down at your ankles, and I was sitting there, eye level with your cock.”
“And what did I say to you? What did I ask you to do?”
“You didn’t ask me anything. You told me to put my mouth around it and suck it. And, since it was your birthday, I decided to follow orders.”
“Only because it was my birthday?”
“Well, that and because, even back then, I was hopelessly in love with you. I just didn’t realize it at the time,” John answered. “Oh, and because it meant you’d do it back to me soon enough.”
Squeezing the head of John's erected cock lightly and eliciting a delicious mewl from the other as his hips bucked towards the touch, "I am a shockingly generous lover." Randy agreed with false modesty and John chuckled lowly.
"And then what happened?" Randy asked, rubbing his own hard, pant covered groin against the other's hip. John wanted to shift, pull Randy closer and rub against the other or take him in hand in turn; their positioning and Randy's insistence meant that he could do neither, completely at his lover's mercy. "What happened next John-John?" John moaned softly and Randy reveled in the pre-cum slickening his hand's transition over John's flesh.
"I took you in my mouth, and immediately I could taste you. You were salty but kinda sweet-- you had so much pre-cum I couldn't believe it. You had hold of my hair and the tree so tight I thought you were gonna break big chunks of the bark off of the tree." Randy chuckled lowly, licking John's earlobe, "Was just making sure that you didn't try and move away." John met his lover's eyes, one hand coming up and cupping a smooth cheek as he rolled his hips into Randy's hand, "As if I would of."
He closed his eyes again, remembering how Randy had begun inexperiencedly thrusting into his welcoming mouth; he had made John gag a few times, but he hadn't been sick, and it hadn't taken long until he was cumming-- not in John's mouth, as you might have expected, but on John's face when Randy accidentally jerked hard enough to dislodge himself from John's mouth. Even now Randy could remember how much that sight had affected him: John, his beautiful John-John, lips swollen and shining, eyes darkened and hooded, covered in his cum-- he'd looked like some debauched angel.
Leaning over, Randy pressed his lips to John’s, whispering against them, “Tell me what you thought about our first kiss.”
“A little bit more tame this time? Our first kiss… still underneath that tree… God, tha’ was such a long time ago… Let’s see, we’d been out, climbin’ the tree, runnin’ around like we always did. I sat down, leanin’ against the tree, ‘n you came and sat down next to me. I shut my eyes for a second, and suddenly, your lips was on mine. When I opened my eyes back up, I saw you lookin’ at me. I couldn’t believe what was happenin’. Not that I was complainin’.”
“I don’t know what came over me,” Randy said softly, reliving the memory. “But I’m happy I did it.”
“I am, too. If you hadn’t, I don’ think I ever would have done anythin’ of the sort. Sure, it wasn’t the best kiss I’ve ever ‘ad, but… it was my first kiss, an’ it was from you.” John opened his eyes again, smiling at Randy, whose face was hovering just about his.
“You know I am sorry for… Samantha. I mean, sleeping with her, that is. Not getting married to her. I still think that was for the best. If there’s one thing I regret in my life, it’s fucking her. I just wanted people to stop talking about us.”
“It’s ok, Randy. I know. I couldn’t stand all those looks we was gettin’, hearin’ all those hushed voices, knowin’ they was talkin’ ‘bout us… I never should have slept with Elizabeth, though. Only did it cuz a what you did. Always felt bad about it.”
Wrapping his hand fully around the base of the cock, Randy stroked his hand upwards. “But that’s all in the past now. We forgave each other for everything. Hmm, John-John, do you remember how we made up after that?”
Body arching into the firm, familiar touch John sighed blissfully. "I remember," he whispered, the words falling over Randy's own lips from how close he was to the other, "it seems like only yesterday after all." All of their firsts together seemed like they had happened only recently and not years ago now. A mark of growing older.
"It went a lot smoother than the first time we made love in the barn." Even to this day John regretted causing Randy pain even though the other still maintained that once he had gotten used to it he had been fine, and that he wouldn't have changed the way things had gone for anything. "It was the first time you took me. And it was in our room." the room they still shared.
Making love in the orchard hadn't come about until the Summer after they had begun sleeping together, and even then when it had happened the first time it had been completely spontaneous: a combination of wine, heady summer air and a fortnight of abstinence.
It had been when they had the first idea for using saliva as a lubricant-- and even then they had only really discovered that per chance by the way John had noticed how Randy's cock moved easier in his mouth once saliva'd been on it.
"You held me so tightly," John almost choked on the words as the remembrance came rushing back to him; they'd still been a little nervous in their experience, but willing and most certainly able. "You held me to you tight, like you never wanted to let go and promised me it wouldn't hurt for long."
Randy's hand began working a little quicker, his free one curling around the back of John's neck and tilting the other's head to have him look at him. "I never wanted to let you go." he confirmed, voice low and eyes aflame, "Never. I still don't. I'll never let you go." he held John's eyes and added in all seriousness, "I don't think I could let go even if you wanted me to."
“I’d never want you to,” John told him, the love evident in his voice. “Not back then, not now, not ever. I remember what it felt like the first time you entered me. You went so slow. The whole time you were talkin’ to me, tellin’ me to relax, that it’d get better.”
“And didn’t it get better?” Randy asked.
“Oh, did it ever. Soon you was hittin’ this one spot inside me. Never felt nothin’ like it before that. Though I sure have felt it lots since. But that day, when I first felt you in my body, I knew I had to feel that again and again. An’ I knew that I wouldn’t want it to be anyone but you.”
Their lips came together, Randy’s hand moving swiftly up and down the shaft. He could feel his own cock, still in its tight cloth restraint, rubbing against John. God, with the way John was talking, and the way the sweet friction felt against his cock, he thought he might even come without laying a single hand on himself.
Next door, the boys had undressed one another, taking to exploring their respective lover’s body with their eyes and hands and mouths. Ted gently pushed on Cody’s shoulders, getting him to lie back on the bed, head resting on the pillow. He kissed down his lover’s chest and abdomen, hands following the trail. Tired of teasing, he finally ran his tongue along Cody’s hard, leaking shaft, eliciting a deep moan from the younger teen.
Ted’s mouth never failed to feel amazing around his cock. That warm, wet heat surrounded him so perfectly. And that tongue? It was heavenly. He just wished that he could return the favour. As Ted’s mouth opened wider, taking more of him inside, Cody’s eyes grew, realizing that he could. “Teddy,” he said, tapping the blonde on the top of the head. “Teddyyyyy.”
His head raised up, looking at Cody, “Am I doing something wrong?”
“No. But… I… I want you to, umm, flip yourself around.” At Ted’s quirked brow, he went on, “Like, move so your legs are up here. So that I can suck you at the same time,” he said, blushing furiously at such a bold suggestion.
Ted’s eyes went wide. But how could he resist trying such a thing? Adjusting his body so his knees were around his lover’s head, cock right over his face, he leaned down, taking Cody into his mouth just as he felt Cody’s tongue on him.
Eventually Randy couldn't stand it any longer and wrapped his hand around John's base; the action making John mew in protest as his orgasm was essentially cut-off just as it had begun getting going. "Why~?" he moaned softly and Randy merely sent him one of those little crooked smiles that were especially for him.
"I wanna be there with you." he murmured. He didn't think he'd last five seconds if John was inside of him, or he inside of John, but there was something they could both do that would bring them just as much pleasure. With a few movements and some skill, Randy had himself as naked as John without even moving away from the other man.
Leaning down to catch John's lips in a deep kiss, Randy then twisted them so that he was underneath John. Pulling John over his own body he let his hands move to John's deliciously ample ass and squeeze slightly as he began to guide his partner if a slow, almost tender (but none-the-less satisfying) rubbing motion. John's hand reached down, bracing itself over Randy's heart as he held the other's gaze.
It was indescribable, that was the only word Ted could formulate in conjunction to what he and Cody were doing. He would admit that although the idea seemed obvious now his lover had suggested it he never would have thought about it on his own merit. He had one hand braced upon Cody's hip to control his lover from thrusting more than he was ready for, and his other hand was resting atop Cody's perky backside and kneading gently.
A low moan emitted from Cody as Ted's hand squeezed his taunt cheek and the vibrations were sent straight down Ted's aching cock; the sensation causing Ted to startle so suddenly that he all but dislodged Cody from his mouth enough to moan, "Oh God, Cody-!" before he remembered his task as hand and eagerly took his lover back into his mouth once more.
After a bit of experimental give-and-take (it was hard to focus on pleasuring your partner when what they were going to you felt so good) meant that they soon managed to establish a tentative, and yet continuous rhythm. Cody would bob as Ted's head went up and vice versa, soon finding the pace easy to remember.
Cody was the first to begin throbbing in warning and Ted pulled his mouth back to the head of his lover's cock before he dipped his tongue into the slit at the head the way he knew Cody liked-- and such an action rewarded him with Cody's release; the younger teen's cries muffled around the thick cock he still held in his mouth.
As Cody cried out, the vibrations went straight from his cock through his entire body, sending him over the edge. His hips lurched forward, back arching, head falling backwards, driving his cock further into Cody’s mouth as he came. Still panting, he brought his leg over to the other side closest to the wall and turned himself around so he was kneeling, facing Cody. “Damn.”
Smiling, Cody sat up and wrapped a hand around the back of Ted’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss. He could taste himself on Ted’s tongue, their tastes mingling together as they deepened their kiss. Cody let his tongue roam lazily across Ted’s mouth, as though he hadn’t yet had every surface already mapped out and memorized.
Next to them, the candle was nearly burned out; the last few seconds of its light went by, plunging the kissing couple into darkness. It didn’t bother them, though, as they continued to touch and kiss each other. Cody, whose hands were still around Ted’s neck, began to lie back, pulling Ted down on top of him. “I want you to hold me,” Cody whispered when they were lying down.
Happy to oblige, Ted’s arms went around Cody’s body, holding him tight. And, just like that, Cody in Ted’s arms, the pair drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
Next door, the slow pace of their movements had a hot fire burning in John and Randy’s bellies, building and building from the friction of their bodies rubbing together. “Fuck,” Randy muttered aloud before finding John’s lips with his. They were both so close, had been so close for a long time, but the slow movements staved off their orgasm. Until now. John moaned into Randy’s mouth, his cock twitching as it came into repeated contact with Randy’s. He pushed his hips down with a little more force, pulling out of the kiss as he muttered Randy’s name mixed with words of love.
Their combined releases mixed together over bare stomachs and even slightly onto their chests as they finally came; low, laboured breathing echoing around the small room they lay in. Had there been any light in the room John knew that the pair of them would have been sparkling from perspiration-- a sight he never got tired of, especially since he was the one to bring Randy to such physically pleasing heights. "I love you, Ortz." John murmured softly, stroking Randy's neck with a large hand. Randy brushed a kiss over the other's lips as they eased away from one another enough to clean up, "Love you too, John-John."
It was a strange sense of foreboding that awoke Cody the following morning. It wasn't anything like he had felt the day before concerning himself and Ted and sex and everything, but it wasn't a pleasant feeling. Maybe it was the fact that the Christmas party was coming closer and closer, and that meant that soon Ted would be being introduced to this French woman his father was keen on.
Shifting to press himself closer to the sleeping Ted (he'd wake the other soon so he had time enough to go back to his room and everything) Cody sighed gently and caressed Ted's side. The way the other snuffled cutely in his sleep and wiggled away from the probably tickly touch almost made Cody giggle in turn. So cute.
It was so frustrating, but Cody knew that it had to be as hard on Ted as it was on him... the other was just better at holding it in than he was. Ted was much more mature, more dignified, whereas Cody tended to let his emotions get the better of him. He made a vow to try to be less selfish from then on-- even though something told him that he wasn't going to do as good a job as he'd like to think so when confronted with another situation. Pressing a kiss to Ted's exposed neck, Cody moved his lips to his lover's ear, "Teddy-baby, wake up..."
“Mmm, already?” Ted asked, tilting his head to the side to allow Cody to continue kissing along his jaw and back down his neck.
“Yes, already. Not like I want you to go, though,” Cody whispered into Ted’s neck. His head moved downwards, placing light kisses on his collarbone and chest in the darkness.
“I can’t wait until the next time that we’ll be able to wake up together and we can actually stay together,” Ted said with a smile, even though Cody couldn’t see it.
“Will the next time that happens be the morning after your Christmas party?” Cody asked, still kissing everywhere on Ted’s chest.
His smile grew wider. “I think it might be.” He then moved, sitting up in bed, Cody sitting up with him. “I can’t wait for that night. You know that, don’t you?”
“I do. Because I can’t wait, either.” Cody placed a hand over Ted’s heart, then placed a kiss on his lips. “Now go, I don’t want anyone to see you. I’ll be up to your room soon to… wake you.”
“And dress me?” Ted asked as he stood from the bed, throwing back on his sleep clothes in a hurry.
“Of course I’ll help you get dressed. And then tonight, I’ll help you undress.”
Standing by the door, hand on the handle, Ted whispered into the dark, “I love you, Cody,” before he opened the door and slipped out, hearing Cody’s returning words just before he shut the door behind him.
The trip to his room was pretty simple as usual-- though he admittedly had a slight scare when he heard someone in the kitchen. However, it was only Nancy seemingly getting herself a glass of water and she paid him no heed. Ted had no problems reaching his room after that. The only problem in his room was... no Cody.
A grin touched his lips as he considered waking up on this bed with Cody in his arms, the pair of them having given the ultimate gift to one another that their circumstances would allow: each other. Completely and utterly. He truly couldn't wait. He truly couldn't think of anything realistically that he'd like more.
After another hour or so lain in the land between sleep and awake, Cody moved to get out of bed and then headed to go and get washed and dressed.
As he was exiting his bedroom John was coming out of his. The older man looked cheerful if a little tired. Cody decided that he didn't want to know. "Morning." he greeted, having it returned. He then paused as he spotted something over John's sleep-shirt. "Uh, John?" he pointed at the spot.
Unable to see for himself John frowned, arching his head back somewhat to allow the other to get a better look. "What? What is it?" he questioned and Cody didn't know whether to be amused or alarmed at his seeming lack of knowledge, "Um... Did you get bitten last night or something?"
“Ohhhhhh,” John said with a knowing grin, blushing slightly. “Well, ya know, sometimes the bugs ‘n things can get into your sheets n’ your pillow.”
“Bugs?” Cody asked, glancing back at the spot. “Looks like one hell of a bug bite.”
“Oh, yeah, well…” John paused when he heard the door opening behind him, Randy stepping out and shutting it once more, “there can be some pretty big bugs ‘round here.”
Cody’s mouth fell open into a silent “Oh” as he realized just what John was talking about. Looking one more time at the spot, he saw that Randy really went to town last night. He imagined that ‘bed bugs’ was the excuse that they gave if they ever had a glaring mark showing outside of their clothing. Made sense. “I do hope you can get rid of those bugs,” he said, his eyes going back and forth between the two.
“Hmm, I hope so, too,” Randy chimed in, “especially when they leave such large bite marks as this.” He bent down, inspecting the mark for himself, running his finger along it. To anyone else, it’d look like he was just checking up on him out of concern. But to Cody’s informed eye, he could see that the touch was far more than that.
“’N we best hope those bugs don’ make it into Cody’s room. Or, heaven forbid, up to Young Ted’s room,” John said.
Down the hall, one of the stable boys exited his room and overheard the mention of bugs. He looked at his arms and began scratching his chest. “Did you just say those bugs was back?” he shouted as he ran towards them.
Randy turned his back on the young man, biting his lower lip as he attempted to not burst out laughing. He fought to return his face to its normal stoic appearance, but it was one tough battle. Cody jumped in for them, though, saying, “They think that they might be. But it could have been something out in the stable. Just sleep with one eye open,” Cody warned him, shaking his head and chuckling as he ran past them to the bath in an attempt to wash up.
"You just can't help yourself, can you?" John murmured to his long-term lover as they too made their way to the bathrooms to wash. Randy, probably unsurprisingly was still wearing a slight smirk of amusement and failed at looking even marginally repentant. "Besides--" he leant in to the other and murmured, "You look so pretty with my mark around your neck." John elbowed him slightly.
"Besides," Randy added -after taking a few minutes to enjoy John's embarrassment- "the bugs do come after me too." he arched a brow. John rolled his eyes slightly and said quietly, "Yes, but when 'they' get you 'they' do it somewhere no one else can see." John did lose control around Randy, often, and did occasionally forget to be subtle in the heat of the moment the same way-- compared to his lover though it was almost as if he never forgot.
Cody washed in the bathroom and ensured he looked presentable before then hastening up the stairs. Talking to John meant he was minutely behind schedule but it was nothing drastic. Ted was still sleeping peacefully when he entered the room and the now familiar sight still made his chest feel all tight with pure, unadulterated adoration.
When it came to Ted he had noticed that he'd become somewhat sappy; not really caring too much though considering he'd already done daft things before the three men who got to see that side of him. Climbing onto his lover's bed he eased his weight onto his hands and then leant down to brush his lips against Ted's own briefly at first.
When Cody deepend the kiss Ted subconsciously responded-- waking in more ways than one as the gesture continued. "Mhm~" Ted's sleep-hooded eyes opened enough to see Cody's face and he smiled softly. Cupping one of his lover's cheeks Ted murmured, "Hey baby." in a sleep-husky tone that made Cody tingle inside almost as much as seeing Ted did. "You need to wake up." Cody murmured and Ted pulled him closer again, "More kisses first."
“If you insist,” Cody muttered before letting his tongue snake back inside Ted’s mouth. He felt Ted’s hands roaming over his back, and he let his hips jerk forward, feeling his lover’s very awake cock. Then he pulled his head back, out of the kiss. “You are going to have to get out of bed very soon.”
“In this state, I don’t think I can go much of anywhere,” Ted told him, moving his hand from Cody’s back down to his hard cock.
Cody sat back, deciding right then that one of these days, the first thing he’d do to awaken Ted in the morning was to take that cock into his mouth… But, right now, as he was already behind schedule, therefore making Ted late to meet with his family, he had to hurry things along. From his position over Ted’s body, he grabbed Ted’s hand and slipped both hands inside of Ted’s sleep pants. Together they began to stroke over the aching cock while Cody told him, “I ran into John and Randy this morning. It seems as though they’ve got a nasty case of bed bugs.”
Ted’s eyes went wide and he jerked his hand away from his cock, scrambling to get off the bed, his erecting falling almost immediately. “Can those spread to up here? What if they got onto you?”
“You should have let me finish my story. But, since you’re already up, I suppose that I can finish as I help you to dress.” He stood from the bed, walking over to Ted and wrapping his arms around him as he whispered, “You see, these bed bugs… they sure do leave some nasty bite marks.” Just after he said that, he brought his head down and nipped at Ted’s neck lightly with his teeth, a grin on his face.
Eyes widening with recognition, Ted then turned his head enough to pout at his lover. "You rotten minx!" That little statement had killed his erection and now that meant he had a wasted opportunity. "You're cheeky." he tapped Cody's nose with a reproving finger; the younger man not even attempting to look contrite. Being that he was already up he supposed he should get changed-- Cody had said they were running late.
"You owe me," he said, arms going around Cody in turn as he nuzzled the younger man at the sensetive spot underneath his ear, "--that was a cruel trick. However, I am glad they're not the real bed bugs." he released Cody to let the other select some clothing for him to wear that day. "So," he began, sitting on the edge of his bed and shamelessly admiring how Cody's trousers formed tightly over his backside as he bent to look through his wardrobe, "John has a bite mark you say?" he asked interestedly.
"Uh huh," Cody said, unaware of Ted's scrutiny for he took his responsibilities as Ted's valet seriously, having a pride in doing a good job both as his employee and also as his lover. "--a pretty nasty one. It's almost as though Randy wants to keep that mark there forever!" he laughed slightly at the over-exaggeration he used.
"Did you hear them last night?" Ted requested, sure he hadn't heard anything when he wasn't there. Cody took a moment and then shook his head, "No-- well, not anything that would denote a bite or something." he moved to Ted, holding up the shirt he had chosen and Ted obediently extended his arms so that the other could slip the fabric over his exposed skin after Ted had helpfully removed his sleep-shirt. "Weird... Then again, with those two involved I'm beginning to understand I just shouldn't be surprised."
“I know just what you mean. Those two are quite the pair, that’s for sure,” Cody agreed. He was sure that, if he asked, he could learn a thing or two from the older couple, things that neither he nor Ted would think of on their own.
“I can understand where Randy’s coming from, though,” Ted said, standing up from the bed, letting his sleeping pants drop to the floor as Cody stood staring at him. “Can’t you? Wanting to mark the one that you love so that everyone can see it?”
“Oh, I certainly know where Randy’s coming from.” Cody stepped in so that his body was flush with Ted’s, his hand reaching up to brush over his lover’s neck. “Each night when we’re lying there together, and I’m nipping at you with my teeth, I can’t help but think what it’d be like if I dug my teeth in a little further, or sucked on that soft flesh just a little bit harder…” Cody then brought his head down, letting his breath ghost over Ted’s neck as he said, “But all they are are fantasies.” With that, he stepped backwards, away from Ted’s body. “Now, you’ve got to get some pants on.”
“God, you’re such a tease.” Ted’s head had rolled to the side as Cody’s fingers brushed across the skin, eyes shut as he focused on everything Cody was doing to him. Now, he was once again torn away from that pleasure as Cody continued to tease him.
Cody did nothing but smirk. “Hmm, am I?” He paused, then said, “Come along now, you need pants before you can go out there, and all your dilly dallying is makin’ you even later than you were before!”
It took all of Ted's effort not to pout as he finished dressing, but Cody seemed to sense it because he wrapped his arms around Ted's neck lightly and brushed their lips together before murmuring, "I'll make it up to you later."
And, knowing that Cody meant it when he said something like that, Ted immediately perked up. It had taken a lot of skill and will though to stop his arousal from continuing to make itself known as he led the way out of his bedroom, Cody following.
They were in the foyer when they split off, Ted hastening into the dining hall and Cody heading down to the kitchens. John and Randy were sat opposite one another and he slid in besides them, wondering what others would say when they saw John's mark... but then he noticed that the older man had buttoned his collar all the way up for once to obviously hide the marking. The slight smirk he could see on Randy's face denoted that he found this whole thing amusing. A sentiment he admittedly shared when the topic of conversation became "what to do if the bed bugs come to your space" as it were. Cody almost choked on his breakfast with laughter.
"Ewww, that's disgusting!" Layla fussed, Michelle looking equally appalled as they brushed imaginary bugs and suchlike from their clothing. As usual, Layla tried to latch onto him. "Don't you think so, Cody? Isn't it disgusting?" he shrugged in a non-committal way.
Though Layla pouted she didn't let it deter her, and as she twittered away in his ear Cody allowed his mind wander back to the way Ted had seemed to be welcoming his supposed attempt to a bite upstairs.
“Cody?” Layla repeated for the third time after asking him some other question.
Hearing Layla attempting to get Cody’s attention, John gave the younger man an elbow to the ribs. He jerked his head in Layla’s direction when he looked towards him, and Cody then asked, “Huh?” as he looked towards her.
“Never mind,” she said, crossing her arms in front of her with a pout.
“I’m sorry, I just had my mind elsewhere.”
“But I’m right here talking to you! Why do I always get the feeling that you ignore me every time that I try to talk to you? Is there some other woman that you’re interested in, is that why you always do this to me?” she asked loudly.
“Can we not get into this here?” he asked, seeing quite a few staff members looking at them (although they were pretending not to as they moved food around on their plates and attempted to make subtle glances at them).
“Oh, so there is someone else,” she declared. “Well, I don’t think-”
“And what I think,” Randy said, standing from the table and speaking in his loud, commanding voice, “is that it’s time everyone got to work.”
“You are not the boss of me!” Layla spoke back to him, her current state of mind obviously making her forget just who she was talking back to.
He turned his deadly glare on her, narrowing his eyes. “Excuse me? I am the head valet. I am the direct line from Lord DiBiase to all of you. And don’t you forget that. Any of you,” he added turning his head to look at everyone sitting around the table.
John sat there, staring up at Randy, biting his lower lip. He sure did like when Randy used his power over people like that…
Noticing his lover's stare, Randy felt a flare of satisfaction curling low in his belly; John was an imposing figure in his own right, but he just didn't have it in him to really get into people's faces the way that Randy relished, and Randy did enjoy impressing the other.
"Problem?" he rumbled in a lower voice, everyone else now scuttling off to obey the Head Valet's commands after they had finished their breakfasts. Cody managed to hide his smile by finishing off his own food.
He'd bet that John did have a problem... but not one that could be mentioned in polite society. Bidding the two men goodbye as he washed up his bowl and headed out of the kitchen, Cody wondered whether they'd be sneaking off for another little jaunt in the orchard after Randy's display. He wondered whether he'd look as brain-dead and over-awed if Ted were to ever crack the proverbial whip before him. But then considered that yes, he probably would given that everything Ted did normally impressed him.
Pushing the uncomfortable scene in the kitchen with Layla out of his mind, Cody paused in the foyer to wait for Ted. Almost as though he were summoned by the younger man's thoughts Ted appeared. Sending the other a small smile, as much as they could get away with in public. "I fancy going for a ride today." Ted said, "You don't mind accompanying me, right?"
Immediately Cody shook his head, "Of course not, sir." the tawny haired teen led the way out to the stable where he called for John, "Would you mind readying Mercury for me, John?" sending the two lovers a subtle wink before then inclining his head politely, since the younger stable hands were there also, "Of course young master. Heading out anywhere special?" Still smiling, Ted shook his head, "Just fancied a little bit of time outside, that's all."
John made quick work of preparing Mercury for a ride, making sure to put down an extra blanket over him for some added warmth. All the while, he chatted with Ted and Cody. He knew that the other two stable hands were listening, probably shocked by how causally he conversed with the Young Master, even though the topic of their conversation was about the horses. “There ya go!” he said once Mercury was saddled up.
“Thank you very much, John. I don’t know what we’d do without you here,” Ted said, taking the reins from John before turning and leading Mercury, as well as Cody, out the stable.
“So, where are you going for your ride?” Cody asked, patting the great creature’s muscular side.
Stepping into the stirrup, Ted hauled himself up atop the horse. He smiled down at Cody, saying, “You’ll see soon enough.” He clicked his tongue and gave a light flick of the reins to get Mercury going at a slow pace so that Cody could easily keep up while walking. He so wished that he could have Cody up here, too, holding onto his waist from behind as they rode around the acres of land his family owned. But, alas, that couldn’t be the case. At least not while people could still see them.
“What’s out here?” Cody asked, glancing behind him to see the stable and castle getting further away.
“Nothing,” Ted answered.
“What?” Cody asked, confused.
“Nothing. No people, no watchful eyes of the castle… Out this way there’s absolutely nothing but a few trees and some grass.” He paused, looking around to see that they were a decent distance away from the castle. It had been a bit of a walk to get here, but as he looked around and could hardly even see the massive stone structure on the horizon, he knew it was worth it. He then dismounted Mercury, much to Cody’s surprise. When he draped his arms over Cody’s shoulders and pressed his lips into the younger man’s neck, he felt Cody’s arms wrap around his waist. And then he bit lightly on Cody’s ear lobe before whispering, “I wanna see how you ride.”
A sharp gasp left Cody at the action and the words, a tremor running through him that Ted could feel. Cody's arms tightened around Ted's waist a fraction as he breathed, "Oh God, Ted..." Ted hummed softly as though to acknowledge the other even though he didn't have too, nibbling the flesh that was still exposed to him.
"T-Ted--" Cody felt his knees quiver slightly as Ted's lips moved over his jaw before then working down his neck to where his shirt collar obscured the rest of his flesh from view. "Oh, don't stop--" he sighed pleasurably before mewing slightly as Ted got a particularly sensitive spot. He was never going to look at horse-riding the same again.
Mercury had been tied to a nearby tree to prevent the horse wandering off; he might be well-behaved but he would have been as absent-minded as any animal, and head off for a jaunt elsewhere. Since his horse was secure Ted could focus on the sole reason for his wish to head out in the semi-cold like this: Cody.
The ravenette ended up with his back against a tree, Ted bracing one hand on his thighs as they pressed close to one another. Their first kiss spoke of the passion that they had to keep restrained, the love that they were forced to hide from merely a select few. Cody moaned into Ted's mouth and this time Ted was the one trembling.
There was a faint breeze pulling at their clothing and their hair, causing the few remaining leaves overhead to rustle. It was a soothing sound that Ted vaguely considered reminded him of the sea... one day he'd take Cody to a beach and let him see the sea, let him enjoy the type of holidays that Ted took for granted and that he would probably never experience otherwise.
Cody was Ted's most precious possession (figuratively, of course, he didn't think of Cody as an object) and he wanted to treasure him, spoil him. When their groins brushed as they broke their kiss for air Ted choked out a low moan that emitted from low in his throat. "God, you make me lose myself so easily."
“Oh, God, I know,” Cody agreed. “Every time that I’m with you around the castle, I find myself wanting to touch you and kiss you, and it drives me insane knowing that I can’t.”
“But you can right now,” Ted whispered, causing Cody to slide his hands up into his hair and pull his head forward for another deep kiss. Cody’s tongue roamed the roof of Ted’s mouth and along his gums and teeth, anywhere he could. Their kiss went on for as long as they could possibly allow before needing to take a breath. He let his forehead rest against Cody’s, eyes meeting one another’s as their lips upturned into smiles. “I love you, Cody.”
“I love you, too, Teddy.”
Bending his head to the side, Ted began to kiss along Cody’s neck. One hand rose up to the button on Cody’s top, undoing the first two. His other hand pulled back the fabric, exposing a small amount of flesh. But it was enough. Ted kissed down Cody’s neck and over the newly exposed skin. He then glanced back at Cody, a wicked glint in his eye as he then turned back and latched his lips onto the spot. He sucked and nipped, much harder than he normally did.
Cody’s head fell backwards against the tree, eyes watching Ted intently. Watching as Ted marked him. He felt his pants tighten as his cock grew hard. He knew that Ted had a possessive side, but hearing about Randy’s bite mark on John seemed to have made that side of him come out. Not that Cody was complaining. “Teddyyyyyy,” he moaned.
A soft sound almost like a growl (and hell, if that sound hadn't almost made him cum in his pants like a school boy his name wasn't Cody Runnels) left Ted into Cody's flesh as the younger man moaned his name in a fashion that set him aflame.
Pulling back after few moments Ted surveyed his handiwork; saliva shone on the neat little rounded bruise, the sight of Cody's otherwise unblemished flesh marred by himself, a sight anyone might see by chance, was enough to make Ted's own cock harden to almost painful proportions. "Mhm..." humming in satisfaction Ted licked the mark, Cody allowing him all that he wanted to do to it.
"Mine." Ted pulled back to look at Cody, seeing his lover's beautiful face flushed and those lips swollen and taking in ragged breathing that denoted how much Ted affected him. "Yours." the lack of hesitation humbled Ted and fuelled his needs all the more as he let his lips take Cody's once more and Cody's hands threaded into his hair. It wouldn't be easy, they both knew that, but neither of them would ever concede to giving the other up and so they'd need to take a leaf out of John and Randy's books.
"I love you." Cody breathed again when their kiss broke, caressing Ted's cheek. "You're my everything." Hearing those words made Ted's eyes close, needing a moment to compose himself. And then, right there on the frosty, hardened dirt-ground, Ted slid to his knees before Cody. "Can I?" he murmured softly, hands going to his lover's trousers. Cody struggled to breathe as he choked out, "Yes-- Oh, Teddy--"
Pulling down Cody’s trousers over his hips, he let them fall to the ground, and instantly saw goosebumps appear on Cody’s flesh. He ran his hands up and down over his legs, attempting to warm him up. Soon he knew that the goosebumps that were still on those legs were due to his touch, no long able to feel that cold his hands slid over him. When he knew that Cody had warmed, he brought a hand to the semi-erect cock and wrapped it around the base, slowly pulling his hand upwards, watching as the cock grew before his eyes.
Cody couldn’t take his eyes off Ted. Couldn’t help but adore the way that he had attempted to warm his chilled skin before he went and took his cock into his mouth. Of course, that probably would have sent heat throughout his entire body far more quickly. But the care that Ted had always bestowed upon him never failed to amaze him. His hands found their way into Ted’s hair, fingers wrapping in the strands tightly. “Please, Teddy,” he begged.
“Please, what?” came the question, hot breath hitting his cock, his mouth hovering right over the tip of Cody’s cock.
“Please, I want you,” he pleaded.
“You want me to what?”
“In your mouth. I want you to take me in your mouth.” Anticipation so great, Cody could hardly get the words out. He needed to feel that hot, wet mouth around his cock again. It was something he could never get enough of, and he was certain that he’d never grow tired of it.
Granting Cody’s wish, Ted opened wide taking the head of Cody’s leaking cock into his mouth, groaning around it, feeling it jerk. Every twitch of that cock he could feel as his tongue swirled over the head, lapping up the drops of precum. Both hands were gripping Cody’s hips as his head tilted from side to side as his tongue had its wicked way.
Cody’s hands in Ted’s hair tightened and his hips bucked forward, wanting to have the whole of his cock in that mouth. The heat of the moment making him forget that Ted had never taken all of him in his mouth before.
The sudden increase of the thickness in his mouth made Ted falter slightly, choking only minutely before he managed to push Cody's hips back enough to get his mouth free. There was saliva shining on his lips, somewhat on his chin, Cody's erected dick also shining with that and pre-cum. He coughed slightly and alerted Cody to what he had done. "Oh, damn, so-sorry Teddy--" Ted held a hand up, licking his lips slightly before shaking his head. "Don't be sorry baby, just..." the tawny haired male paused slightly, obviously making a decision.
"Just... give me a minute." It took Cody mere moments to understand what his lover was going to do and he gasped as the other began to take his dick into his mouth once more. They reached the usual barrier where Ted normally paused, but then went passed it. It was a slow progress, Cody feeling Ted's harsh breathing through his nose as it came closer and closer to his groin. "Oh, fuck Teddy..." Cody whimpered, head thudding back.
Ted had actually managed to take Cody into his throat. Completely.
Cody was at the peak almost as soon as the thought registered in his mind, crying out as he spilled himself into Ted's welcoming throat as it tightened around him once more, the tight sleeve enough to smash any will he had to hold on. The ravenette sunk down against the tree somewhat, breathing harshly and with his eyes closed from the intense pleasure that filled him.
Equally panting, awed by what he had managed to do, Ted stared at the semi exposed body of his lover. Although the other was no longer in his mouth he could still feel the phantom pressure of Cody's cock within his throat.
Forcing his slightly glazed eyes open, Cody stared down at Ted who was still knelt before him, "Wow Teddy..." the ravenette breathed, "Oh wow..." Honestly he couldn't think of anything that he could say other than that, since he'd lost all capability of thinking.
Coughing again after taking a deep breath, Ted smiled crookedly at Cody, his shiny red lips a sign as to what he had just done. “So…”
“Oh my God, Teddy… I can’t believe you… you just…” Cody stuttered, still not able to speak or think coherent thoughts. Not after that. Yes, Ted’s mouth always felt incredible, that was without question. But the tightness of Ted’s constricting throat as he fought to not gag around the intrusion was like nothing he’d ever felt. It was incredible.
“For you, Cody,” he croaked out, throat still a bit sore from taking Cody’s large cock. He rested his hands on Cody’s bare legs, feeling the surface was chilled from the cold, despite the hot flush on his face. “C’mon, let’s get you dressed again,” Ted said, leaning forward to brush a kiss to Cody’s lips before standing. He extended a hand out to Cody, who was still sitting on the cold ground, pants down at his ankles. Instead of waiting for Cody to take his hand, Ted grabbed Cody’s wrists and hauled him up to his feet.
“Teddy… That…” he muttered, looking into Ted’s eyes. Then Ted’s eyes were gone as he saw that once again, he had dropped to his knees. “Teddy what are you…?” he began to ask, but he got his answer before he could finish his question. Ted had grabbed the hem of his pants and began to pull them back up his legs, back over his backside and cock to his hips where he made sure they were fastened before standing up. Yeah, everything that man did amazed him. Every. Single. Time.
“You know, there’s also something else I’ve been wanting to do for a long time,” Ted told him with a grin.
Curiously, Cody asked, “What’s that?”
“I would love to see you atop Mercury. You’ve got such a knack with animals, and you and Mercury are the two most beautiful creatures I’ve ever had the pleasure of setting my eyes upon,” he said, the blush on his cheeks masked by the cold bite of the air.
The request was surprising, but then not at the same time. Leaning in, Cody brushed a kiss over one of Ted's heated cheeks and murmured softly, "For you Ted, I'll do anything." he breathed. Ted's breath hitched slightly just at the possible implication of what could come from that, but he couldn't really do anything about it given that Cody was already heading towards his prize horse. He wasn't kidding when he said he thought Cody and Mercury were the two most beautiful creatures he'd ever seen.
Stopping before Mercury, Cody then patted the horse's neck lightly to soothe it; it might tolerate his presence but he hadn't been ridden by anyone other than Ted (and perhaps John on occasion when training him) and so he didn't want to upset the animal. "Hey there." he murmured softly, "Do you mind if I ride you for a minute?" For a second it seemed almost as though the horse understood him for he levelly looked at him a few moments before then snorting softly and almost nodding its head at him.
Smiling, Cody stroked Mercury's neck once more, "Thank you." he then moved and pulled himself onto the horse with what seemed like no effort at all, even though he hadn't actually been on a horse too many times before. Especially not one with a saddle. The ravenette shifted slightly to adjust himself atop the animal, then looking down to where Ted was standing. Even though there was nothing erotic about what he was doing he suddenly felt shy about it considering Ted had specifically requested it.
Bringing his hand up to shield his eyes from the dull wintery sunlight that was breaking through the trees so that he could look at Cody. When he saw his lover atop the stead he felt his breath catch in his chest; Cody looked almost ethereal atop his horse, an image that was both powerful and vulnerable at the same time. "W-Wait there." he managed, heading towards the other, "Wait right there." he then moved to the horse himself.