Fortunate Son (Part 22/?)
Title: Fortunate Son (Part 22/?)
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: 7650
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, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21
Once Cody awoke, seemingly a little late (there was quite a bit of noise and chatter coming down the hall, and normally when he awoke, there was silence), he realized he didn’t need to bathe since he did so last night, and quickly dressed to head upstairs to see Teddy. Opening the door quietly, he saw that Ted was lying on his bed, already awake. “Morning,” he greeted as he shut the door.
“Morning,” Ted returned, now sitting up. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t get to your room last night. I got cut off in the kitchen. No one was around anywhere, but then, I swear to you, at least ten servants were eating their dinner by the time I got down there. So, I had to take some food and go,” he explained, glancing down at the empty bowl. “I’m so sorry.”
“I understand. But… with all these families coming here, will… will I still be able to get to your room?”
“Mmm, you better. I doubt anyone would think twice about seeing one of the servants walking the hallway during that night, especially, since someone could be cleaning up, or having just helped someone to their room. But in actuality, you’ll open the door to my room and spend the night with me. The entire night. And we’ll wake up together in the morning, and no one will have to sneak around back to their room.”
Randy now sat up, his chest pressing up against John’s back as he inhaled against his neck. “I love the scent of the barn on you. But if you must take a bath…” He quickly nipped John’s neck before saying, “One of these days I’m going to lock the door to the bathroom and fuck you in one of those large tubs.”
“Mmm.” John’s eyes shut at the mental image. It’s not to say that they haven’t tried to have sex out in the tubs, but someone always seemed to waltz inside the room at the worst times. “Well, come take a bath with me. That way I can watch you bathe.”
“I wish I could. But I’m afraid that I can’t. I’ve got to deal with the rest of the decorations this morning. We’re nearly done, thank God. You enjoy your bath. I’ll be thinking of you in that tub while I’m off working, though,” Randy told him, kissing his cheek.
"I think that'll be one of my favourite parts of everything," Cody admitted shyly, "The fact I'll be able to keep you in my arms all night without needing to have you sneak off and sleeping in a cold bed when you're gone." Ted's face softened as he got out of bed, moving aside so that Cody could adjust the covers and pillows the same way he did every morning before finally dressing Ted.
"I'm looking forward to that too." Ted said softly, moving behind Cody when the other had sorted his bed out and wrapping his arms around his waist as he brushed a kiss to his neck. "I love waking up with you in my arms." Cody smiled softly, resting his forehead against Ted's for a moment when their heads turned enough to do so. "And," Ted grinned softly, a small sparkle in his eyes, "I'll be able to see you naked against my satin sheets."
Cody had wondered, in truth, what the material would feel like against their skins when they were naked; he supposed he should be less surprised that the thought had crossed Ted's mind too. "Mhm..." Cody pulled away, "Did you need a bath running?" When Ted asked if he'd join him Cody looked apologetic, "I had one yesterday." Ted pouted, but then perked as Cody promised to scrub his back for him.
~~~
"Don't be lettin' someone see you-- at attention," John winked and gave Randy's groin a playful squeeze through the blankets and Randy growled softly in response, eyelashes casting shadows on his cheeks as his eyes closed. "-they might think it's for them when it's all for me." Damn, Randy loved when he talked like that.
"Of course it's all for you baby. Trust me, I'll save this for later." his smoky eyes promised delivery on his words and John leant in for a proper, thorough good-morning kiss before pulling away from Randy to gather his towel and clothing for the day.
"I'll see you later baby." John grinned, vanishing around the door. Randy groaned softly and flopped back onto the bed with a sigh. Great, not only had his cheeky dimple-toting lover turned him on, he now had to tolerate no morning romps and inadequate decorators. Please let him get through this morning without killing someone.
“Oh, Maryse,” Mike said as he knocked softly upon her door in the morning. Quietly entering the room, he shut and locked the door behind him as he walked over to her bed, whispering, “Ma petite.” Kneeling by the side of the bed, he stroked his hand through her hair, “Ma belle.”
Her eyes blinked open, smiling as she came to focus upon Mike. “Bonjour mon chère,” she said, though her voice was still heavy with sleep.
Their conversation went on, and while they all said that when in England, they would speak English, the two of them spoke to one another in French. Words of adoration and love flowed from their mouths as Mike crawled into the bed with her.
Calling out into the bedroom, Cody informed his lover that his bath was now ready. He’d been expecting to undress Ted that morning just before he stepped into his tub. What he wasn’t expecting was for Ted to enter the bathroom having already stripped himself of his clothes. He’d seen Ted naked many times now, yet the sight still never failed to take his breath away. And he rarely got to see him in daylight, as it was now, with the rays of the rising sun entering through his window.
“Oh my god. I…” he paused as Ted stepped fully into the room. “I was going to comment about how giving you a bath will make me late for breakfast and my duties for the day, but right now,” he said, pulling Ted in close as he ran his fingers along Ted’s still soft cock, “I really don’t give a damn.”
“Obviously,” Randy spoke in a fairly loud tone, “it doesn’t matter if you’re fully rested or it’s many hours after sunset, you’re still completely incompetent.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a few deep breaths as he shut his eyes. “I didn’t want to yell this morning. I didn’t want to raise my voice. I haven’t yelled yet, but I must say, you’re certainly getting me to that point,” he said, berating the same servant that he was yesterday. “Things would go faster if you weren’t helping us. I really can’t figure out what’s so damn hard about hanging up these decorations. I was helping people with this when I was five! And I was still doing a better job than you are now!”
He knew that not getting all that tension released this morning wasn’t going to bode well for the day. Of course, being responsible for the decorations and only having these people to help wasn’t helping the situation any. They were great footman, great at what they do on a day to day basis. But it seemed as though they could never take on some other small job, because they apparently couldn’t do anything else.
"I don't like you being so far away." Maryse murmured softly to him in French with a pout. And, of course, by far away she meant as in their rooms; back in her family's French manor Mike was merely placed not too many hallways away from her... her parents obviously believed they had no reason to worry about keeping them so close together.
"I know," Mike murmured softly, feeling her hand caressing his clothen chest underneath the material, "It was horribly cold last night." The servants' rooms seemed very basic, if clean and warm enough-- but Mike had barely been able to settle. He had grown used to sneaking into Maryse's room at night to hold her as they slept, and waking without her soft weight in his arms was rather depressing if he was honest.
~~~~
The sensation of Cody's fingers against his limp cock immediately had the appendage stirring. "Cody~~" Ted groaned softly, pouting when he was merely kissed lightly and patted on his sizeable rump in a playfully cheeky manner before being indicated to get into the bath. "I would say you don't have to stay if I'd get you in trouble," Ted then looked amused, "But considering that the majority of your duties pertain to me I am not going to get mad at you." Cody laughed, shaking his head. "Thanks."
As Ted settled in the perfect, bubble-filled water ("We'll need to restock up on bubble-bath soon, Ted.") he sighed and watched through hooded eyes as Cody rolled his sleeves up enough to expose the strong, tanned arms he possessed. Cody hunted out Ted's sponge. "Water OK?" he asked, unaware Ted was watching him move about.
~~
The man hung his head, cheeks scarlet with obvious embarrassment. It had been a long time since Randy had chastised someone to the point of tears (when he had been younger he had had less control of his temper than he did now, though he would himself admit he had his moments) but it seemed that this guy was close to it. Sighing, Randy waved him off and turned to another servant as the man scuttled away to continue helping them place the decorations. Please, please just let them get done by lunchtime. He wasn't going to massacre people so long as they were done by lunchtime. He had a date with a certain stable hand later to resolve some of the tension that he had lingering.
Truth be told, he thought as he hung yet another streamer, the way he was going he was going to be sexually frustrated and wound up by the time he'd be free to see John he was damn-well going to bend the other over a hay-bale and take him until his knees gave out regardless of whether or not anyone else was around to see them at it. Rolling his neck out Randy moved to oversee the other side of the room.
It seemed as though his reaming out of the one servant had snapped all the others into shape. About damn time, he thought. “If you finish this by lunchtime, you will all be able to take the rest of the day off, unless Lord DiBiase or any other member of his family requests something of you specifically. But I do not want things looking like you threw things up on the walls in a rush to finish. We don’t have much left to do; in fact this is our last room. So, please, for the love of God and your personal wellbeing, make it look good.”
The morning check of the horses was going swimmingly. All the horses, visiting or otherwise, were looking good. In fact, the visiting horses seemed to take to their new surroundings quite quickly, and were now chewing away at some hay. Even Heath was working, brushing down one of their horses.
John headed outside immediately after his bath to make sure that the horses were all doing ok, and to check that they had enough food. To say he was shocked to see Justin and Heath already out in the stables adding food to their troughs was an understatement. “Have you two already had breakfast?” he asked.
“No,” Heath answered for the both of them.
“You two actually came here first?” he asked, quite surprised. And fairly impressed. “Good to see you two takin’ some initiative. I’m jus’ gonna do one quick overview of the horses and I’ll go inside to grab somethin’ to eat. You two go on in. But don’ think that I’m givin’ you the rest of the day to slack off.”
Nodding and mumbling their approval to this idea, the two headed inside as John stayed out in the stables with the horses. He was also wondering if Cody was going to be joining them that day again, or if he was too occupied with Ted.
Turning around, sponge in hand, Cody saw Ted watching him. “Teddy?”
“Yes?” he asked, looking into Cody’s eyes as he approached the tub.
“You were staring,” Cody told him as he kneeled beside the tub, dipping the sponge into the soapy water.
“I know. But when you’re in the room, it’s impossible for me to look away,” Ted said to him.
“You’re such a sap,” Cody said, though he couldn’t hide the smile on his face. And, of course, it was the same for him. When Ted was nearby, why bother looking at anything else. He then took the sponge, soaked with water, and squeezed it out over his lover’s head. Watching as the water droplets fell in streams over Ted’s head, Ted sputtering to keep the water from entering his mouth, Cody couldn’t help but to lean forward and give him a quick kiss.
Knowing that when Randy said something like that that he meant it, everyone hastened to finish but in a more subtle and concentrated manner than they probably would any other time. Randy watched it all, almost like an emperor overseeing his empire-- and in a sense you could say he was. He might not be the lord of the manner but he was in control of the staff; without him everything would go to hell. He might seem like a bit of a wanker, but he knew what he was doing and he always made sure all of them were alright in his own way.
When they had finally managed to finish Randy dismissed everyone to go and get themselves something to eat or whatever else they wanted to do, all of them keen to take advantage of the time off that they had been rewarded. It was the system every year so no one questioned whether the Lord would be Ok with it or not.
Looking up when he heard a sound by the stable-door, John turned his head and then sent his lover a grin when he saw Randy standing there. "All hail chief decorator!" Randy gave John a look that would have made any other man quail in his boots. There was a small sparkle of amusement in the man's eyes though.
"Are you almost finished?" he asked, though it could seem like he was addressing them as a whole. "Almos' got the main stuff done," John said, "It'll just soon be-a case of makin' sure that the horses have all got water and food throughout the day." Randy nodded, tilting his head, "I was just asking because I've given everyone else time off for the rest of the day unless needed."
Ted momentarily toyed with the idea of attempting to drown himself just so he could have the other fawning over him and doing the thing that he had seen a doctor do Brett when they had been children and his younger brother had fallen into a river whilst he had been with their nanny on the castle grounds years ago now.
It was almost like a kiss, but then with a bit of pressure which he could bet wasn't very comfortable... however, something told him that if Cody was the one doing it to him he wouldn't mind it too much at all. Actually, in his mind that was pretty worth it. The blonde closed his eyes as Cody began to run the flannel over his skin, cleaning him with a thorough and attentive pace that he had come to expect every time Cody bathed him. The other never rushed and it was something that Ted really appreciated.
“You know,” he murmured softly, unable to help grinning slightly as he opened one eye, “I much prefer when you’re in here with me.” Cody chuckled softly, moving so that he was stood besides the other so that he could lean and wash his chest now that he had finished washing the other’s back. “I promise next time I’ll be in there with you.” Ted pouted slightly; he had been hoping his best puppy-dog look would incite the other to get in the bath with him.
“Teddy, you know I can’t. Not right now. But I think the morning after your big holiday party, we’ll both be in need of a bath, won’t we?” Cody whispered as he began washing off his lover’s chest.
“That’s true. I imagine that we’ll get quite sweaty as our bodies slip over one another’s. And our seed will cover us both after our night together.”
Grinning, Cody gave Ted a quick kiss. “Mmm, exactly. In the morning, as we bathe, you can take me again as all the evidence of the night washes off my skin.”
“God, Cody. All this talking is making my cock stir. I don’t know how you do these things to me,” Ted told him honestly.
“Don’t let yourself get too out of control. If you’re going to get downstairs in time for breakfast with your family, then you’re going to move a bit faster than this.”
“Breakfast this morning won’t start without Maryse and her family. They’re French; they’re going to take a long time to get ready. Have you seen Maryse? It must take her eons to prepare for the day; she wears more makeup and perfume than Cleopatra!” Ted declared.
“Cleo-who?” Cody asked, a confused look on his face.
“Never mind,” Ted said, chuckling and shaking his head, “I’ll tell you stories about her later.”
“Well, that was awful generous of ya, Randy,” John said, leaning his pitchfork against the barn wall before heading over to his lover. “Didn’ know you could be so kind hearted.”
“I’ve been known to be generous in the past.” Looking over John’s shoulder, Randy saw Justin floating around from stall to stall, pretending to not listen in on their conversation. “Where’s the other one?” Randy asked, voice low.
“Heath?” John asked, to which Randy nodded. “Hell if I know. He was here earlier.”
“Mmm… Well, I think that you should send Justin off on his merry way so that I can finally do all the things I wanted to do to you this morning.”
John raised a brow, glancing behind him quickly. “In fron’ of the horses, ‘n everythin’?”
Randy’s brow raised in return. “Since when has that stopped us before?”
Swallowing hard, John turned around once more, facing Justin. “Justin!” he shouted, getting the young man to look at him. “You’re free to go grab your meal. If you see Heath, tell him that I don’ need him out here.” With a brief nod of understanding, Justin set down his tools and left the barn. “Well, Randy, it looks like it’s just you, me ‘n the horses.”
Taking into account what Ted had said about the breakfast not starting until the guests had all arrived, Cody let his hand slip underneath the water as the other continued to wash the suds away from Ted's skin. Ted gasped and bucked slightly at the contact, water slooshing around him at the action. "Cody!" he choked out lowly.
"What sort of attendant would I be if I were to not do anything and everything in my power to make my master happy?" Usually Ted completely detested any mentionings of the class-system when they were together, but given that Cody's hand was giving the most interesting twist within the water whenever it reached the head of his cock with his strokes, he didn't pay it too much mind. "God, Cody..." Ted swore that he purred at the attention.
"Easy, Theodore," Cody cooed, and Ted could make out the smirk on Cody's face as the other dotted kisses beneath his ear and onto his shoulder, the friction of the flannel on the hardening nubs of Ted's nipples supplying the older teen with the most surprisingly pleasurable friction that he was feeling elsewhere in kind. "--I've got you." Ted groaned, hands tightening around the rim of the bath either side of him.
Almost as soon as the coast was clear Randy was before John, sending the other crashing down onto the nearest hay-bale. Sometimes, given that John was so unused to people being of equal physical build or strength to himself, he forgot that Randy and he were very evenly matched nearly in every aspect. "Rand--" John licked his bottom lip slowly; something that never failed to wind Randy up, especially when he did it in public.
"You fucking minx." Randy growled softly, biting the offending bottom lip with a slight pressure and hearing John groan in response; the hay beneath his hands itchy and somewhat sharp, but a sensation that both of them welcomed as part of the novelty of the location. "I wanted nothing more than to tell 'em to fuck the decorations and come out here to see you." he confessed.
Before John could respond with a teasing comment about how clingy Randy was he found himself pulled into a hard, passionate kiss that he submitted to for several long moments before beginning to fight back. Randy was yanking at John's trousers impatiently even as John fought to get Randy's shirt off; he loved John surrounded by the elements he thrived in in his day-to-day life.
“Cody, I’m-” he cut off as he white knuckled the edge of the bath, eyes forcibly shutting as the sensation of his climax took over his entire body. “Shit,” he muttered as his eyes opened to reveal a grinning Cody.
“Now are you ready to begin your day?”
“I most certainly am.” Cody held his hand out as he stood, Ted taking his hand in return as he, too, stood. Taking a step out of the tub, Ted soon felt the soft towel wrap around him as Cody set out to dry him off. Once he was satisfied that Ted’s lower regions were dry (he was quite thorough when it came to that area of Ted’s body), he patted dry his lover’s chest and back and hair.
“Let’s get you dressed,” Cody said, placing a light kiss on Ted’s cheek before the pair walked out of the bathroom (Cody having wrapped the towel around Ted’s waist once again) over to his closet.
“Damn, Randy,” John gasped as Randy flipped him around and the palm of Randy’s hand smacked his backside. “You’re in a mood.”
“Mmm, I am,” Randy replied, nuzzling his cheek to John’s. “Ever since this morning, all I’ve been able to think about is bending you over a hay bale and fucking you while you’re begging for more.”
“Well, what’re you waitin’ for?” John asked. Suddenly he felt Randy’s leg between his, forcing them wider. When Randy’s palm pushed on his back, he bent forward with a little resistance. It was never fun if he didn’t fight back a little bit. His face hit the hay bale, slight stabs of pain radiating down his cheek as the hay bit into his skin. But it would be worth it. With Randy, it was always worth it.
“Mayrse, ma belle,” Mike said after lying in bed with Maryse for quite some time, “I think you’re expected downstairs for breakfast.”
“Michael,” she said, running one long, slim finger down his cheek, “does it look like I care about going downstairs for breakfast?”
He steeled himself up as he said, “If you want the DiBiases to consider you a suitable match for their son, then you should care about joining them for their meal.” Those words pained him to say, they did, but they needed to be said. Maryse marrying Ted was possibly the only chance the two of them had to finally be together.
Once he had selected a smarter-than-usual-because-of-the-visitors-but-still-casual outfit for his love, Cody then proceeded to dress him with the same care that he always showed Ted. Each piece of clothing was accompanied by completely subconscious caresses.
Being dressed and undressed by Cody was a private ritual, much like their joint baths, and Ted was going to endeavour to make sure that he showed Cody such care back in turn; being that he was slightly more restricted about being open than Cody was in a way, he hoped that his gift to the other was going to be Ok. That reminded him: Randy had said John'd said it'd be ready soon.
He was slightly giddy at the prospect of Cody's reaction and then terrified at the same time, he thought to himself as he led the way down the stairs. It seemed his mother and Maryse's were both up and ready and he went to greet them both appropriately as Cody went for his breakfast; a silent look passing between them that only Caroline caught.
~~~
The substantial backside presented to him was one that Randy knew he'd never get enough of, and that no other could hope to replace. But, as much as he loved sex and love-making with John, he also loved John for being the complete natural goof he was.
Undoing his own trousers, Randy groaned as the erection that he had been tempering down all day was finally released to the open air of the barn which was blessedly rather cool considering his skin felt aflame the way it always did when John was nearby.
Pressing three of his fingers right into John's mouth, Randy growled in pleasure as that skilled tongue worked around the digits the same way it worked around his prick. Randy stroked himself, slickening his length with pre-cum as he pressed two fingers right into John-- only minor preparation following before he added the third, John grinding against his hand as he welcomed the carefully monitored pleasure/pain. "More~!"
~~
Muttering several colourful French curses under her breath (Mike at least tempting to look chastising when he wanted to laugh) Maryse obediently pushed the covers back and got up.
The night-gown was modest enough, compared to some of the silk and lace things he had seen in Maryse's clothing collection before, but even-so the thought of Ted seeing her in them made Mike's heart clench and his jealous instincts came into play.
When Maryse had finally dressed herself and placed her carefully chosen make-up on, she then extended an expensive hairbrush to Mike and sat at the vanity table. Carefully, but quickly, and with a skill that showed he had done this before, Mike brushed Maryse's long blonde hair through. Then, he walked her downstairs.
“Ah, good morning, Maryse,” Caroline greeted when she spotted her and Mike nearing the bottom of the stairs.
As per etiquette, Ted stood from his seat and walked to the staircase, extending his hand for Maryse to take as she took the final few steps. “Merci,” she said, batting her lashes at him. Ted didn’t miss the tensing of Mike’s body at this act, even though it was nothing but a friendly gesture.
Their hands both dropped as she stepped to the solid floor, and Ted moved to stand by his mother. “Where’s Father?” Ted asked.
“Both of your fathers went to Theodore’s study to discussing something or another. I do hope they’ll be out soon. I’m famished. Perhaps I should go and fetch him,” Caroline said.
Ted placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her from standing. “You will do no such thing. I’ll go and grab them to let them know that everyone is ready now and waiting for them to join us here.”
Randy’s three fingers twisted and turned in John’s hole as he asked, “What’s that you want, John-John?”
“Said I want more.”
“Like another finger?” Randy asked bending his body forward to mold into John’s, lips right next to his lover’s ear.
“C’mon, Randy, you know what it is I want,” John panted, pushing his ass back on those skilled fingers.
“What do you want, John? Tell me,” he whispered, his voice the most pleasant timbre as the words sent shivers down John’s spine. Never failed, even after all these years together.
“I want your cock inside me. Right now.”
Removing his fingers, Randy spit into his hand, quickly relubricating himself. His hard cock was aligned with John’s entrance, the tip just resting on the hole as he teased. “This what you want?”
“Already told you that’s what I want,” John said, pushing his hips back in an attempt to take Randy inside of his body.
“Well, who am I to deny you of anything that you want?” With that, Randy pushed through that tight muscle. His eyes shut as he allowed the sensation to surround him. Nothing or no one could ever feel as good as John, of that he was certain. And as his hands found their grip on John’s waist, he was ever thankful that John was his and his alone.
Maryse's mother caught Mike's eye and then dismissed him in light French. Reluctantly -though not so reluctantly it was noticeable- Mike gave a half-bow at the waist and then started towards the stairs that led towards the kitchens. Maryse watched him from the corner of her eye as he went, internally pouting about the fact that he had to go; back home her parents were more than happy to let Mike remain at her side.
Ted returned with his father and Maryse's father behind him, the two men still engaged in a low conversation. Ted cursed the fact that he couldn't speak French momentarily because he was sure they were talking about him-- and although he could surmise what they were probably saying he wanted to know for sure.
"So sorry to keep you all waiting!" Ted Sr. said cheerfully, greeting his wife with a kiss on his cheek and motioning everyone to sit down. "We didn't realise that our talk had been as long as it had."
~~~
John's head dropped forward against the hay-bale as Randy's hard cock took possession of his all too willing body once more. The hay rustled and crinkled beneath the rocking motion of their bodies as John grasped at the bale for some sort of purchase.
"John-John~" Randy pressed a biting kiss to John's neck, knowing the other could adjust the shirt he was still partially wearing to cover it if he had to. It was quite amusing that they were stripped only partially, one with the bottom half and the other the top, their discarded clothing items piled besides them. "Oh, God, Rand~!"
John brought a hand down to stroke himself and almost immediately Randy stopped that merciless pounding of his prostate, pulling out of him completely. Eyes flying open in surprise John mewled in protest before beginning to try pushing back onto his lover. "Randy, what are you--?" a hand suddenly covered his mouth.
The powerful thrust Randy used upon him next was enough to have John screaming out at the borderline painful pleasure; his eyes rolling up in his head as Randy wrapped his other hand around his fist and began to pump. He loved hearing John screaming, moaning and begging, but he really didn't fancy having to force himself to stop because someone came to investigate the noise.
With another powerful thrust, Randy growled low, “Do you want every person within the village to know of our activities? Because as far as I’m concerned, I don’t want to share this with anyone.”
All John could do was speak his mumbled, muffled reply into Randy’s hand. Not like he could have formulated a whole lot of words at that moment, anyway. All his focus was going towards the pleasure of feeling Randy’s cock inside him. He tried to block out the sting of the hay pricking at his skin each time Randy pushed into him.
“Later tonight, I want to feel you inside of me,” Randy said, his thrusts still going deep within his lover’s body.
~~~
As Cody was finishing up his breakfast, he saw many people lingering about the kitchens, figuring that they must have finished with all the decorating; otherwise they wouldn’t just be standing about. Randy would have made sure of that. Since he first entered the kitchen, he was wondering just where Randy was. But he figured he was somewhere with John, considering he wasn’t there, either.
By the end of his meal, those two still hadn’t shown up. They must have been enjoying themselves, at least, Cody figured, looking down at his plate as he tried to fight back a smile.
“Good morning, Cody,” he heard Layla coo.
Now he had to fight to keep his smile as he looked up at her, Michelle standing right next to her. “Good morning, Layla.”
She and Michelle sat down across from him, and she went on talking. “Can you believe that the big party is tonight? I’m so excited. I’ve only dreamed of what goes on at these parties, now I actually get to see one of them.”
“Well, I won’t be seeing much of the party. I’ll be working with John in the stables.”
“But there’s still the staff party,” she went on instantly when she realized she wouldn’t be serving side by side with Cody at the big party. Plus, the servant’s party was of far more interest to her. She looked to her side, where Michelle was seated, and couldn’t help but grin as she imagined putting her little scheme into action come the night of the servant’s party.
That thought was all it took for John to cum; his cry of Randy's name being muffled by his lover's hand as he convulsed, covering Randy's hand and the hay beneath their bodies with his seed. John's release spurred Randy to chase his own release.
John's muscles were flexing around him, seeming to draw him in deeper and Randy willingly used the body beneath him to climax after merely a few more thrusts. Collapsing forward onto John's back Randy gave a contented groan, "John..." He dropped a kiss to the back of his lover's neck as he reluctantly eased out of him completely.
"I'm gonna fuck you on the floor later," John mumbled as he rolled over, "Hay bales are so uncomfortable you git." Randy smirked satedly.
~~~
Tomorrow was the night. Finally. Cody swallowed and licked his lips reflexively at the thought. He had been waiting for this for so long that he knew he was going to struggle to last today and those few hours tomorrow. He had completely missed Layla's look to Michelle, his mind wandering back to Ted; the other would be done with his breakfast soon enough and he should probably be heading back upstairs to wait for him.
As he left Layla's eyes followed him, a greedy and self-assured expression flashing over her face momentarily before she then turned to Michelle. To her consternation the other wasn't looking at her now, seemingly staring into space at nothing. Layla pouted somewhat; the other had been doing that a lot lately, "What is wrong with you?" she asked.
"Nothing's wrong with me." Michelle insisted, standing up and brushing her skirt down, "I need to go, Lay, it's my turn to go shopping today." Severely put-out and slightly concerned, Layla watched as Michelle headed out of the room the same way that Cody had just left via. What was that? Really.
Ted felt his mood lift when he saw Cody waiting for him, pausing slightly to call the other over before then silently motioning him instead since he was going to have to tone down the familiarity even more now that they had Maryse and her family there. By afternoon tomorrow, though, other guests would be arriving, the drink would be flowing and the atmosphere would be much lighter. He couldn't wait.
“Good morning, Young Master,” Cody said with a slight bow.
“Good morning, Cody.”
“Oh, Teddy, could I see you for a brief moment in my study?” Caroline asked once they were out of the dining room. “You’re welcome to come, as well, Cody,” she told him, turning around to head to her study. The two followed behind, both wondering what she needed to speak to them about. Upon entering, Caroline took a seat, as did Ted, while Cody remained standing by the door. “If you could get the door, then you may take a seat.”
“What’s this about, Ma?” Ted asked, looking over to her, then to his side as Cody took a seat after shutting the door.
“I’m sure you have some idea what this is about.”
“Well… I’d venture to say that it’s either about us, or about Maryse,” Ted stated, reluctant to bring up the latter subject around his mother. And he didn’t want to talk to her too much about Cody, either. Not when they were so close to finally… and he didn’t want anything of that nature to slip out as they conversed.
Caroline nodded. “Both your father and hers seem to greatly approve of this match. And I’m wondering if either of you will have any say in the matter of whether you marry one another, or not.”
“Are you saying that Father is going to force us to marry?”
“Now I don’t know that. But I do know that he’s getting frustrated over all your rejected potential brides. He wants you to be married. And before you say anything, I know that you and Cody are together, but that is a match that is neither socially acceptable nor heir producing.”
“So, what? Do you want me to marry Maryse now, too?”
“I never said such a thing, now did I? I just want to know what you’re going to do.”
Ted put his face in his hands, sighing. When his hands dropped to his lap, he shook his head back and forth, saying, “I really have no idea what I’m going to do. I’ve never been so confused and unsure about anything before in my life.” He looked to Cody and saw that his eyes were cast downward. When his focus returned to his mother, he said, “I don’t know what I should do.”
Caroline sympathised, she really did, but she had the horrible feeling that now she was going to have to give her son a reiteration of the unfortunate reality that this young couple faced. “You are the heir, dear,” she reminded gently; though the expression on Ted’s face assured her he was well aware of that, “That means that it will be expected that you have children to carry on your legacy when you become the head of this household.” Ted knew the sentiments of this speech by heart-and not all of that learning had been done with the words directed at him.
Knowing he had to try and make his mother understand Ted said firmly, “I love Cody.” Out of the corner of his eye he saw Cody’s head pop up in obvious surprise that he would say such a thing to his mother, regardless of the fact that she had caught them kissing before. “I’m not going to give him up.” He may not have been sure of too much but that was one thing he wasn’t going to change his mind over whatever the consequences… and Caroline saw that determination in her child’s eyes clear as day.
“I’d rather figured that one out for myself, dear,” she admitted with a small smile before she then sighed. “I need you to understand this Ted: your father is going to do everything in his power to prevent you from rejecting this match the way you have others.” She looked to Cody and then offered him a soft smile, “I just don’t want to see either of you getting hurt because of whatever happens.” Ted sent his mother a small nod to say that he had acknowledged her words, Cody doing the same before his eyes went to Ted. They had never overly discussed what would happen should Ted marry before, but now the other had all but come out and admitted to his mother he’d carry on behind Maryse’s back with Cody.
“Now then,” figuring that there was little more she could say on the subject Caroline stood up; a move that Cody hastened to copy so that he could go and open the door for her. “I shall leave you two to whatever you were planning to do today. To keep peace with your father Ted at least make some effort to indulge with Miss Maryse.” Ted sighed and nodded, “Yes, Ma. I will.”
Upon leaving the room, they immediately headed up to Ted’s room. Making his way over to his bed, Ted sat, looking up at Cody, still standing near his door. “Were you needed anywhere today?” he asked, still a bit put off by the conversation they just had with his mother.
“Not as far as I know. John can come find me if he needs me,” Cody said, trying to give Ted a small smile.
“Well, that’s good. I feel like we haven’t been in the same room for any substantial period of time within the last few days.”
“We really haven’t been, have we?” Cody said, crossing the room to join Ted on the bed. He placed his knees on either side of Ted’s legs, straddling him as his arms wrapped around Ted’s neck. “You know, we can forget about waiting until tomorrow night. I’d be the happiest man alive if you took me right here, right now,” he rumbled into Ted’s ear.
“Cody, we’ve been over this,” Ted replied. Everything needed to be right. To be perfect. He needed the presentation of his gift to be perfect, he needed the mood to be perfect… he needed their first time together to be perfect. And if they made love right then, as much as he wanted to, then that perfect moment would be long gone. “It’s just one more day.”
“But one more day is so much more time to wait.”
Ted chuckled lightly, bringing his hand up to Cody’s hair to gently run his fingers along the side of his scalp. “We’ve already been waiting so long. What’s one more day?”
“I’ll smell of horses by the end of tomorrow evening,” Cody said with a pout, even though he really did want their first time to be that special moment that they had been talking about for weeks now.
“You act as though I’ve never been out to the barn before. As though I’ve never smelled it on your skin before. As though I’ve never smelled a person who, it seems, hasn’t bathed a day in their life. Believe me when I say that some other families don’t believe in washing one’s body as often as we do here, and it is far from pleasant.”
“So tomorrow I get to smell the horses, and you get to smell your guests?” Cody asked with a lopsided smile.
“But all I’ll be able to think about all night is that later, I’ll be with you. That thought should get me through all the smell issues,” he replied, a grin of his own on his face.
Cody couldn’t help but return a smile at that, eyes closing with a soft sigh when he felt Ted’s fingers caressing his scalp once more in a motion that was surprisingly soothing. “I do want everything to be perfect,” he started, opening his eyes once more and frowning slightly as he seemed to think on how he was going to phrase himself, “It’s just…” Ted gently shushed his lover, nodding his head. “I get it, Cody.” He assured, though Cody really wasn’t sure the other could completely understand what he was thinking about.
Not only did he want to give himself to Ted because he could, because he wanted to, he was also hoping that once they had made love with one another Ted would find it harder to let his attention wander elsewhere. It was probably petty and pathetic and demeaned their love in some fashion, but Cody couldn’t help but think in such a manner despite himself.
Bringing his head back somewhat from where he had had it resting against Cody’s neck, Ted gently brought their lips together in a delicate kiss that sent tingles racing throughout Cody’s body even at that small contact. Tomorrow night everything that had both been waiting for, longing for, would reach a fore and no longer would they have to wait… well, except for finding some private time that was.
Letting his own fingers curl through Ted’s hair in turn Cody slowly deepened the kiss; his tongue brushing across Ted’s bottom lip and taking the access that was granted to him after mere moments, purring almost when the taste of his lover filled his mouth. A small thought that leant Cody some confidence was that he was very sure that even if Ted did marry Maryse he would never show her an ounce of the passion he showed him.
When Cody’s hips subconsciously rocked against his own Ted couldn’t help but moan; the action had been completely involuntary he knew, but it was bringing forth a reaction that he had been hoping to contain until the following night. He had planned a mini-abstinence so that they could both save everything they had for their first time together. It wasn’t something he was entirely sure Cody would understand, but hopefully the other would indulge him-especially if he knew what Ted’s motives for doing so were. Their kiss broke when they needed air, two swollen-lipped smiles being exchanged with shy adoration.
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: 7650
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, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21
Once Cody awoke, seemingly a little late (there was quite a bit of noise and chatter coming down the hall, and normally when he awoke, there was silence), he realized he didn’t need to bathe since he did so last night, and quickly dressed to head upstairs to see Teddy. Opening the door quietly, he saw that Ted was lying on his bed, already awake. “Morning,” he greeted as he shut the door.
“Morning,” Ted returned, now sitting up. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t get to your room last night. I got cut off in the kitchen. No one was around anywhere, but then, I swear to you, at least ten servants were eating their dinner by the time I got down there. So, I had to take some food and go,” he explained, glancing down at the empty bowl. “I’m so sorry.”
“I understand. But… with all these families coming here, will… will I still be able to get to your room?”
“Mmm, you better. I doubt anyone would think twice about seeing one of the servants walking the hallway during that night, especially, since someone could be cleaning up, or having just helped someone to their room. But in actuality, you’ll open the door to my room and spend the night with me. The entire night. And we’ll wake up together in the morning, and no one will have to sneak around back to their room.”
Randy now sat up, his chest pressing up against John’s back as he inhaled against his neck. “I love the scent of the barn on you. But if you must take a bath…” He quickly nipped John’s neck before saying, “One of these days I’m going to lock the door to the bathroom and fuck you in one of those large tubs.”
“Mmm.” John’s eyes shut at the mental image. It’s not to say that they haven’t tried to have sex out in the tubs, but someone always seemed to waltz inside the room at the worst times. “Well, come take a bath with me. That way I can watch you bathe.”
“I wish I could. But I’m afraid that I can’t. I’ve got to deal with the rest of the decorations this morning. We’re nearly done, thank God. You enjoy your bath. I’ll be thinking of you in that tub while I’m off working, though,” Randy told him, kissing his cheek.
"I think that'll be one of my favourite parts of everything," Cody admitted shyly, "The fact I'll be able to keep you in my arms all night without needing to have you sneak off and sleeping in a cold bed when you're gone." Ted's face softened as he got out of bed, moving aside so that Cody could adjust the covers and pillows the same way he did every morning before finally dressing Ted.
"I'm looking forward to that too." Ted said softly, moving behind Cody when the other had sorted his bed out and wrapping his arms around his waist as he brushed a kiss to his neck. "I love waking up with you in my arms." Cody smiled softly, resting his forehead against Ted's for a moment when their heads turned enough to do so. "And," Ted grinned softly, a small sparkle in his eyes, "I'll be able to see you naked against my satin sheets."
Cody had wondered, in truth, what the material would feel like against their skins when they were naked; he supposed he should be less surprised that the thought had crossed Ted's mind too. "Mhm..." Cody pulled away, "Did you need a bath running?" When Ted asked if he'd join him Cody looked apologetic, "I had one yesterday." Ted pouted, but then perked as Cody promised to scrub his back for him.
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"Don't be lettin' someone see you-- at attention," John winked and gave Randy's groin a playful squeeze through the blankets and Randy growled softly in response, eyelashes casting shadows on his cheeks as his eyes closed. "-they might think it's for them when it's all for me." Damn, Randy loved when he talked like that.
"Of course it's all for you baby. Trust me, I'll save this for later." his smoky eyes promised delivery on his words and John leant in for a proper, thorough good-morning kiss before pulling away from Randy to gather his towel and clothing for the day.
"I'll see you later baby." John grinned, vanishing around the door. Randy groaned softly and flopped back onto the bed with a sigh. Great, not only had his cheeky dimple-toting lover turned him on, he now had to tolerate no morning romps and inadequate decorators. Please let him get through this morning without killing someone.
“Oh, Maryse,” Mike said as he knocked softly upon her door in the morning. Quietly entering the room, he shut and locked the door behind him as he walked over to her bed, whispering, “Ma petite.” Kneeling by the side of the bed, he stroked his hand through her hair, “Ma belle.”
Her eyes blinked open, smiling as she came to focus upon Mike. “Bonjour mon chère,” she said, though her voice was still heavy with sleep.
Their conversation went on, and while they all said that when in England, they would speak English, the two of them spoke to one another in French. Words of adoration and love flowed from their mouths as Mike crawled into the bed with her.
Calling out into the bedroom, Cody informed his lover that his bath was now ready. He’d been expecting to undress Ted that morning just before he stepped into his tub. What he wasn’t expecting was for Ted to enter the bathroom having already stripped himself of his clothes. He’d seen Ted naked many times now, yet the sight still never failed to take his breath away. And he rarely got to see him in daylight, as it was now, with the rays of the rising sun entering through his window.
“Oh my god. I…” he paused as Ted stepped fully into the room. “I was going to comment about how giving you a bath will make me late for breakfast and my duties for the day, but right now,” he said, pulling Ted in close as he ran his fingers along Ted’s still soft cock, “I really don’t give a damn.”
“Obviously,” Randy spoke in a fairly loud tone, “it doesn’t matter if you’re fully rested or it’s many hours after sunset, you’re still completely incompetent.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a few deep breaths as he shut his eyes. “I didn’t want to yell this morning. I didn’t want to raise my voice. I haven’t yelled yet, but I must say, you’re certainly getting me to that point,” he said, berating the same servant that he was yesterday. “Things would go faster if you weren’t helping us. I really can’t figure out what’s so damn hard about hanging up these decorations. I was helping people with this when I was five! And I was still doing a better job than you are now!”
He knew that not getting all that tension released this morning wasn’t going to bode well for the day. Of course, being responsible for the decorations and only having these people to help wasn’t helping the situation any. They were great footman, great at what they do on a day to day basis. But it seemed as though they could never take on some other small job, because they apparently couldn’t do anything else.
"I don't like you being so far away." Maryse murmured softly to him in French with a pout. And, of course, by far away she meant as in their rooms; back in her family's French manor Mike was merely placed not too many hallways away from her... her parents obviously believed they had no reason to worry about keeping them so close together.
"I know," Mike murmured softly, feeling her hand caressing his clothen chest underneath the material, "It was horribly cold last night." The servants' rooms seemed very basic, if clean and warm enough-- but Mike had barely been able to settle. He had grown used to sneaking into Maryse's room at night to hold her as they slept, and waking without her soft weight in his arms was rather depressing if he was honest.
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The sensation of Cody's fingers against his limp cock immediately had the appendage stirring. "Cody~~" Ted groaned softly, pouting when he was merely kissed lightly and patted on his sizeable rump in a playfully cheeky manner before being indicated to get into the bath. "I would say you don't have to stay if I'd get you in trouble," Ted then looked amused, "But considering that the majority of your duties pertain to me I am not going to get mad at you." Cody laughed, shaking his head. "Thanks."
As Ted settled in the perfect, bubble-filled water ("We'll need to restock up on bubble-bath soon, Ted.") he sighed and watched through hooded eyes as Cody rolled his sleeves up enough to expose the strong, tanned arms he possessed. Cody hunted out Ted's sponge. "Water OK?" he asked, unaware Ted was watching him move about.
~~
The man hung his head, cheeks scarlet with obvious embarrassment. It had been a long time since Randy had chastised someone to the point of tears (when he had been younger he had had less control of his temper than he did now, though he would himself admit he had his moments) but it seemed that this guy was close to it. Sighing, Randy waved him off and turned to another servant as the man scuttled away to continue helping them place the decorations. Please, please just let them get done by lunchtime. He wasn't going to massacre people so long as they were done by lunchtime. He had a date with a certain stable hand later to resolve some of the tension that he had lingering.
Truth be told, he thought as he hung yet another streamer, the way he was going he was going to be sexually frustrated and wound up by the time he'd be free to see John he was damn-well going to bend the other over a hay-bale and take him until his knees gave out regardless of whether or not anyone else was around to see them at it. Rolling his neck out Randy moved to oversee the other side of the room.
It seemed as though his reaming out of the one servant had snapped all the others into shape. About damn time, he thought. “If you finish this by lunchtime, you will all be able to take the rest of the day off, unless Lord DiBiase or any other member of his family requests something of you specifically. But I do not want things looking like you threw things up on the walls in a rush to finish. We don’t have much left to do; in fact this is our last room. So, please, for the love of God and your personal wellbeing, make it look good.”
The morning check of the horses was going swimmingly. All the horses, visiting or otherwise, were looking good. In fact, the visiting horses seemed to take to their new surroundings quite quickly, and were now chewing away at some hay. Even Heath was working, brushing down one of their horses.
John headed outside immediately after his bath to make sure that the horses were all doing ok, and to check that they had enough food. To say he was shocked to see Justin and Heath already out in the stables adding food to their troughs was an understatement. “Have you two already had breakfast?” he asked.
“No,” Heath answered for the both of them.
“You two actually came here first?” he asked, quite surprised. And fairly impressed. “Good to see you two takin’ some initiative. I’m jus’ gonna do one quick overview of the horses and I’ll go inside to grab somethin’ to eat. You two go on in. But don’ think that I’m givin’ you the rest of the day to slack off.”
Nodding and mumbling their approval to this idea, the two headed inside as John stayed out in the stables with the horses. He was also wondering if Cody was going to be joining them that day again, or if he was too occupied with Ted.
Turning around, sponge in hand, Cody saw Ted watching him. “Teddy?”
“Yes?” he asked, looking into Cody’s eyes as he approached the tub.
“You were staring,” Cody told him as he kneeled beside the tub, dipping the sponge into the soapy water.
“I know. But when you’re in the room, it’s impossible for me to look away,” Ted said to him.
“You’re such a sap,” Cody said, though he couldn’t hide the smile on his face. And, of course, it was the same for him. When Ted was nearby, why bother looking at anything else. He then took the sponge, soaked with water, and squeezed it out over his lover’s head. Watching as the water droplets fell in streams over Ted’s head, Ted sputtering to keep the water from entering his mouth, Cody couldn’t help but to lean forward and give him a quick kiss.
Knowing that when Randy said something like that that he meant it, everyone hastened to finish but in a more subtle and concentrated manner than they probably would any other time. Randy watched it all, almost like an emperor overseeing his empire-- and in a sense you could say he was. He might not be the lord of the manner but he was in control of the staff; without him everything would go to hell. He might seem like a bit of a wanker, but he knew what he was doing and he always made sure all of them were alright in his own way.
When they had finally managed to finish Randy dismissed everyone to go and get themselves something to eat or whatever else they wanted to do, all of them keen to take advantage of the time off that they had been rewarded. It was the system every year so no one questioned whether the Lord would be Ok with it or not.
Looking up when he heard a sound by the stable-door, John turned his head and then sent his lover a grin when he saw Randy standing there. "All hail chief decorator!" Randy gave John a look that would have made any other man quail in his boots. There was a small sparkle of amusement in the man's eyes though.
"Are you almost finished?" he asked, though it could seem like he was addressing them as a whole. "Almos' got the main stuff done," John said, "It'll just soon be-a case of makin' sure that the horses have all got water and food throughout the day." Randy nodded, tilting his head, "I was just asking because I've given everyone else time off for the rest of the day unless needed."
Ted momentarily toyed with the idea of attempting to drown himself just so he could have the other fawning over him and doing the thing that he had seen a doctor do Brett when they had been children and his younger brother had fallen into a river whilst he had been with their nanny on the castle grounds years ago now.
It was almost like a kiss, but then with a bit of pressure which he could bet wasn't very comfortable... however, something told him that if Cody was the one doing it to him he wouldn't mind it too much at all. Actually, in his mind that was pretty worth it. The blonde closed his eyes as Cody began to run the flannel over his skin, cleaning him with a thorough and attentive pace that he had come to expect every time Cody bathed him. The other never rushed and it was something that Ted really appreciated.
“You know,” he murmured softly, unable to help grinning slightly as he opened one eye, “I much prefer when you’re in here with me.” Cody chuckled softly, moving so that he was stood besides the other so that he could lean and wash his chest now that he had finished washing the other’s back. “I promise next time I’ll be in there with you.” Ted pouted slightly; he had been hoping his best puppy-dog look would incite the other to get in the bath with him.
“Teddy, you know I can’t. Not right now. But I think the morning after your big holiday party, we’ll both be in need of a bath, won’t we?” Cody whispered as he began washing off his lover’s chest.
“That’s true. I imagine that we’ll get quite sweaty as our bodies slip over one another’s. And our seed will cover us both after our night together.”
Grinning, Cody gave Ted a quick kiss. “Mmm, exactly. In the morning, as we bathe, you can take me again as all the evidence of the night washes off my skin.”
“God, Cody. All this talking is making my cock stir. I don’t know how you do these things to me,” Ted told him honestly.
“Don’t let yourself get too out of control. If you’re going to get downstairs in time for breakfast with your family, then you’re going to move a bit faster than this.”
“Breakfast this morning won’t start without Maryse and her family. They’re French; they’re going to take a long time to get ready. Have you seen Maryse? It must take her eons to prepare for the day; she wears more makeup and perfume than Cleopatra!” Ted declared.
“Cleo-who?” Cody asked, a confused look on his face.
“Never mind,” Ted said, chuckling and shaking his head, “I’ll tell you stories about her later.”
“Well, that was awful generous of ya, Randy,” John said, leaning his pitchfork against the barn wall before heading over to his lover. “Didn’ know you could be so kind hearted.”
“I’ve been known to be generous in the past.” Looking over John’s shoulder, Randy saw Justin floating around from stall to stall, pretending to not listen in on their conversation. “Where’s the other one?” Randy asked, voice low.
“Heath?” John asked, to which Randy nodded. “Hell if I know. He was here earlier.”
“Mmm… Well, I think that you should send Justin off on his merry way so that I can finally do all the things I wanted to do to you this morning.”
John raised a brow, glancing behind him quickly. “In fron’ of the horses, ‘n everythin’?”
Randy’s brow raised in return. “Since when has that stopped us before?”
Swallowing hard, John turned around once more, facing Justin. “Justin!” he shouted, getting the young man to look at him. “You’re free to go grab your meal. If you see Heath, tell him that I don’ need him out here.” With a brief nod of understanding, Justin set down his tools and left the barn. “Well, Randy, it looks like it’s just you, me ‘n the horses.”
Taking into account what Ted had said about the breakfast not starting until the guests had all arrived, Cody let his hand slip underneath the water as the other continued to wash the suds away from Ted's skin. Ted gasped and bucked slightly at the contact, water slooshing around him at the action. "Cody!" he choked out lowly.
"What sort of attendant would I be if I were to not do anything and everything in my power to make my master happy?" Usually Ted completely detested any mentionings of the class-system when they were together, but given that Cody's hand was giving the most interesting twist within the water whenever it reached the head of his cock with his strokes, he didn't pay it too much mind. "God, Cody..." Ted swore that he purred at the attention.
"Easy, Theodore," Cody cooed, and Ted could make out the smirk on Cody's face as the other dotted kisses beneath his ear and onto his shoulder, the friction of the flannel on the hardening nubs of Ted's nipples supplying the older teen with the most surprisingly pleasurable friction that he was feeling elsewhere in kind. "--I've got you." Ted groaned, hands tightening around the rim of the bath either side of him.
Almost as soon as the coast was clear Randy was before John, sending the other crashing down onto the nearest hay-bale. Sometimes, given that John was so unused to people being of equal physical build or strength to himself, he forgot that Randy and he were very evenly matched nearly in every aspect. "Rand--" John licked his bottom lip slowly; something that never failed to wind Randy up, especially when he did it in public.
"You fucking minx." Randy growled softly, biting the offending bottom lip with a slight pressure and hearing John groan in response; the hay beneath his hands itchy and somewhat sharp, but a sensation that both of them welcomed as part of the novelty of the location. "I wanted nothing more than to tell 'em to fuck the decorations and come out here to see you." he confessed.
Before John could respond with a teasing comment about how clingy Randy was he found himself pulled into a hard, passionate kiss that he submitted to for several long moments before beginning to fight back. Randy was yanking at John's trousers impatiently even as John fought to get Randy's shirt off; he loved John surrounded by the elements he thrived in in his day-to-day life.
“Cody, I’m-” he cut off as he white knuckled the edge of the bath, eyes forcibly shutting as the sensation of his climax took over his entire body. “Shit,” he muttered as his eyes opened to reveal a grinning Cody.
“Now are you ready to begin your day?”
“I most certainly am.” Cody held his hand out as he stood, Ted taking his hand in return as he, too, stood. Taking a step out of the tub, Ted soon felt the soft towel wrap around him as Cody set out to dry him off. Once he was satisfied that Ted’s lower regions were dry (he was quite thorough when it came to that area of Ted’s body), he patted dry his lover’s chest and back and hair.
“Let’s get you dressed,” Cody said, placing a light kiss on Ted’s cheek before the pair walked out of the bathroom (Cody having wrapped the towel around Ted’s waist once again) over to his closet.
“Damn, Randy,” John gasped as Randy flipped him around and the palm of Randy’s hand smacked his backside. “You’re in a mood.”
“Mmm, I am,” Randy replied, nuzzling his cheek to John’s. “Ever since this morning, all I’ve been able to think about is bending you over a hay bale and fucking you while you’re begging for more.”
“Well, what’re you waitin’ for?” John asked. Suddenly he felt Randy’s leg between his, forcing them wider. When Randy’s palm pushed on his back, he bent forward with a little resistance. It was never fun if he didn’t fight back a little bit. His face hit the hay bale, slight stabs of pain radiating down his cheek as the hay bit into his skin. But it would be worth it. With Randy, it was always worth it.
“Mayrse, ma belle,” Mike said after lying in bed with Maryse for quite some time, “I think you’re expected downstairs for breakfast.”
“Michael,” she said, running one long, slim finger down his cheek, “does it look like I care about going downstairs for breakfast?”
He steeled himself up as he said, “If you want the DiBiases to consider you a suitable match for their son, then you should care about joining them for their meal.” Those words pained him to say, they did, but they needed to be said. Maryse marrying Ted was possibly the only chance the two of them had to finally be together.
Once he had selected a smarter-than-usual-because-of-the-visitors-but-still-casual outfit for his love, Cody then proceeded to dress him with the same care that he always showed Ted. Each piece of clothing was accompanied by completely subconscious caresses.
Being dressed and undressed by Cody was a private ritual, much like their joint baths, and Ted was going to endeavour to make sure that he showed Cody such care back in turn; being that he was slightly more restricted about being open than Cody was in a way, he hoped that his gift to the other was going to be Ok. That reminded him: Randy had said John'd said it'd be ready soon.
He was slightly giddy at the prospect of Cody's reaction and then terrified at the same time, he thought to himself as he led the way down the stairs. It seemed his mother and Maryse's were both up and ready and he went to greet them both appropriately as Cody went for his breakfast; a silent look passing between them that only Caroline caught.
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The substantial backside presented to him was one that Randy knew he'd never get enough of, and that no other could hope to replace. But, as much as he loved sex and love-making with John, he also loved John for being the complete natural goof he was.
Undoing his own trousers, Randy groaned as the erection that he had been tempering down all day was finally released to the open air of the barn which was blessedly rather cool considering his skin felt aflame the way it always did when John was nearby.
Pressing three of his fingers right into John's mouth, Randy growled in pleasure as that skilled tongue worked around the digits the same way it worked around his prick. Randy stroked himself, slickening his length with pre-cum as he pressed two fingers right into John-- only minor preparation following before he added the third, John grinding against his hand as he welcomed the carefully monitored pleasure/pain. "More~!"
~~
Muttering several colourful French curses under her breath (Mike at least tempting to look chastising when he wanted to laugh) Maryse obediently pushed the covers back and got up.
The night-gown was modest enough, compared to some of the silk and lace things he had seen in Maryse's clothing collection before, but even-so the thought of Ted seeing her in them made Mike's heart clench and his jealous instincts came into play.
When Maryse had finally dressed herself and placed her carefully chosen make-up on, she then extended an expensive hairbrush to Mike and sat at the vanity table. Carefully, but quickly, and with a skill that showed he had done this before, Mike brushed Maryse's long blonde hair through. Then, he walked her downstairs.
“Ah, good morning, Maryse,” Caroline greeted when she spotted her and Mike nearing the bottom of the stairs.
As per etiquette, Ted stood from his seat and walked to the staircase, extending his hand for Maryse to take as she took the final few steps. “Merci,” she said, batting her lashes at him. Ted didn’t miss the tensing of Mike’s body at this act, even though it was nothing but a friendly gesture.
Their hands both dropped as she stepped to the solid floor, and Ted moved to stand by his mother. “Where’s Father?” Ted asked.
“Both of your fathers went to Theodore’s study to discussing something or another. I do hope they’ll be out soon. I’m famished. Perhaps I should go and fetch him,” Caroline said.
Ted placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her from standing. “You will do no such thing. I’ll go and grab them to let them know that everyone is ready now and waiting for them to join us here.”
Randy’s three fingers twisted and turned in John’s hole as he asked, “What’s that you want, John-John?”
“Said I want more.”
“Like another finger?” Randy asked bending his body forward to mold into John’s, lips right next to his lover’s ear.
“C’mon, Randy, you know what it is I want,” John panted, pushing his ass back on those skilled fingers.
“What do you want, John? Tell me,” he whispered, his voice the most pleasant timbre as the words sent shivers down John’s spine. Never failed, even after all these years together.
“I want your cock inside me. Right now.”
Removing his fingers, Randy spit into his hand, quickly relubricating himself. His hard cock was aligned with John’s entrance, the tip just resting on the hole as he teased. “This what you want?”
“Already told you that’s what I want,” John said, pushing his hips back in an attempt to take Randy inside of his body.
“Well, who am I to deny you of anything that you want?” With that, Randy pushed through that tight muscle. His eyes shut as he allowed the sensation to surround him. Nothing or no one could ever feel as good as John, of that he was certain. And as his hands found their grip on John’s waist, he was ever thankful that John was his and his alone.
Maryse's mother caught Mike's eye and then dismissed him in light French. Reluctantly -though not so reluctantly it was noticeable- Mike gave a half-bow at the waist and then started towards the stairs that led towards the kitchens. Maryse watched him from the corner of her eye as he went, internally pouting about the fact that he had to go; back home her parents were more than happy to let Mike remain at her side.
Ted returned with his father and Maryse's father behind him, the two men still engaged in a low conversation. Ted cursed the fact that he couldn't speak French momentarily because he was sure they were talking about him-- and although he could surmise what they were probably saying he wanted to know for sure.
"So sorry to keep you all waiting!" Ted Sr. said cheerfully, greeting his wife with a kiss on his cheek and motioning everyone to sit down. "We didn't realise that our talk had been as long as it had."
~~~
John's head dropped forward against the hay-bale as Randy's hard cock took possession of his all too willing body once more. The hay rustled and crinkled beneath the rocking motion of their bodies as John grasped at the bale for some sort of purchase.
"John-John~" Randy pressed a biting kiss to John's neck, knowing the other could adjust the shirt he was still partially wearing to cover it if he had to. It was quite amusing that they were stripped only partially, one with the bottom half and the other the top, their discarded clothing items piled besides them. "Oh, God, Rand~!"
John brought a hand down to stroke himself and almost immediately Randy stopped that merciless pounding of his prostate, pulling out of him completely. Eyes flying open in surprise John mewled in protest before beginning to try pushing back onto his lover. "Randy, what are you--?" a hand suddenly covered his mouth.
The powerful thrust Randy used upon him next was enough to have John screaming out at the borderline painful pleasure; his eyes rolling up in his head as Randy wrapped his other hand around his fist and began to pump. He loved hearing John screaming, moaning and begging, but he really didn't fancy having to force himself to stop because someone came to investigate the noise.
With another powerful thrust, Randy growled low, “Do you want every person within the village to know of our activities? Because as far as I’m concerned, I don’t want to share this with anyone.”
All John could do was speak his mumbled, muffled reply into Randy’s hand. Not like he could have formulated a whole lot of words at that moment, anyway. All his focus was going towards the pleasure of feeling Randy’s cock inside him. He tried to block out the sting of the hay pricking at his skin each time Randy pushed into him.
“Later tonight, I want to feel you inside of me,” Randy said, his thrusts still going deep within his lover’s body.
~~~
As Cody was finishing up his breakfast, he saw many people lingering about the kitchens, figuring that they must have finished with all the decorating; otherwise they wouldn’t just be standing about. Randy would have made sure of that. Since he first entered the kitchen, he was wondering just where Randy was. But he figured he was somewhere with John, considering he wasn’t there, either.
By the end of his meal, those two still hadn’t shown up. They must have been enjoying themselves, at least, Cody figured, looking down at his plate as he tried to fight back a smile.
“Good morning, Cody,” he heard Layla coo.
Now he had to fight to keep his smile as he looked up at her, Michelle standing right next to her. “Good morning, Layla.”
She and Michelle sat down across from him, and she went on talking. “Can you believe that the big party is tonight? I’m so excited. I’ve only dreamed of what goes on at these parties, now I actually get to see one of them.”
“Well, I won’t be seeing much of the party. I’ll be working with John in the stables.”
“But there’s still the staff party,” she went on instantly when she realized she wouldn’t be serving side by side with Cody at the big party. Plus, the servant’s party was of far more interest to her. She looked to her side, where Michelle was seated, and couldn’t help but grin as she imagined putting her little scheme into action come the night of the servant’s party.
That thought was all it took for John to cum; his cry of Randy's name being muffled by his lover's hand as he convulsed, covering Randy's hand and the hay beneath their bodies with his seed. John's release spurred Randy to chase his own release.
John's muscles were flexing around him, seeming to draw him in deeper and Randy willingly used the body beneath him to climax after merely a few more thrusts. Collapsing forward onto John's back Randy gave a contented groan, "John..." He dropped a kiss to the back of his lover's neck as he reluctantly eased out of him completely.
"I'm gonna fuck you on the floor later," John mumbled as he rolled over, "Hay bales are so uncomfortable you git." Randy smirked satedly.
~~~
Tomorrow was the night. Finally. Cody swallowed and licked his lips reflexively at the thought. He had been waiting for this for so long that he knew he was going to struggle to last today and those few hours tomorrow. He had completely missed Layla's look to Michelle, his mind wandering back to Ted; the other would be done with his breakfast soon enough and he should probably be heading back upstairs to wait for him.
As he left Layla's eyes followed him, a greedy and self-assured expression flashing over her face momentarily before she then turned to Michelle. To her consternation the other wasn't looking at her now, seemingly staring into space at nothing. Layla pouted somewhat; the other had been doing that a lot lately, "What is wrong with you?" she asked.
"Nothing's wrong with me." Michelle insisted, standing up and brushing her skirt down, "I need to go, Lay, it's my turn to go shopping today." Severely put-out and slightly concerned, Layla watched as Michelle headed out of the room the same way that Cody had just left via. What was that? Really.
Ted felt his mood lift when he saw Cody waiting for him, pausing slightly to call the other over before then silently motioning him instead since he was going to have to tone down the familiarity even more now that they had Maryse and her family there. By afternoon tomorrow, though, other guests would be arriving, the drink would be flowing and the atmosphere would be much lighter. He couldn't wait.
“Good morning, Young Master,” Cody said with a slight bow.
“Good morning, Cody.”
“Oh, Teddy, could I see you for a brief moment in my study?” Caroline asked once they were out of the dining room. “You’re welcome to come, as well, Cody,” she told him, turning around to head to her study. The two followed behind, both wondering what she needed to speak to them about. Upon entering, Caroline took a seat, as did Ted, while Cody remained standing by the door. “If you could get the door, then you may take a seat.”
“What’s this about, Ma?” Ted asked, looking over to her, then to his side as Cody took a seat after shutting the door.
“I’m sure you have some idea what this is about.”
“Well… I’d venture to say that it’s either about us, or about Maryse,” Ted stated, reluctant to bring up the latter subject around his mother. And he didn’t want to talk to her too much about Cody, either. Not when they were so close to finally… and he didn’t want anything of that nature to slip out as they conversed.
Caroline nodded. “Both your father and hers seem to greatly approve of this match. And I’m wondering if either of you will have any say in the matter of whether you marry one another, or not.”
“Are you saying that Father is going to force us to marry?”
“Now I don’t know that. But I do know that he’s getting frustrated over all your rejected potential brides. He wants you to be married. And before you say anything, I know that you and Cody are together, but that is a match that is neither socially acceptable nor heir producing.”
“So, what? Do you want me to marry Maryse now, too?”
“I never said such a thing, now did I? I just want to know what you’re going to do.”
Ted put his face in his hands, sighing. When his hands dropped to his lap, he shook his head back and forth, saying, “I really have no idea what I’m going to do. I’ve never been so confused and unsure about anything before in my life.” He looked to Cody and saw that his eyes were cast downward. When his focus returned to his mother, he said, “I don’t know what I should do.”
Caroline sympathised, she really did, but she had the horrible feeling that now she was going to have to give her son a reiteration of the unfortunate reality that this young couple faced. “You are the heir, dear,” she reminded gently; though the expression on Ted’s face assured her he was well aware of that, “That means that it will be expected that you have children to carry on your legacy when you become the head of this household.” Ted knew the sentiments of this speech by heart-and not all of that learning had been done with the words directed at him.
Knowing he had to try and make his mother understand Ted said firmly, “I love Cody.” Out of the corner of his eye he saw Cody’s head pop up in obvious surprise that he would say such a thing to his mother, regardless of the fact that she had caught them kissing before. “I’m not going to give him up.” He may not have been sure of too much but that was one thing he wasn’t going to change his mind over whatever the consequences… and Caroline saw that determination in her child’s eyes clear as day.
“I’d rather figured that one out for myself, dear,” she admitted with a small smile before she then sighed. “I need you to understand this Ted: your father is going to do everything in his power to prevent you from rejecting this match the way you have others.” She looked to Cody and then offered him a soft smile, “I just don’t want to see either of you getting hurt because of whatever happens.” Ted sent his mother a small nod to say that he had acknowledged her words, Cody doing the same before his eyes went to Ted. They had never overly discussed what would happen should Ted marry before, but now the other had all but come out and admitted to his mother he’d carry on behind Maryse’s back with Cody.
“Now then,” figuring that there was little more she could say on the subject Caroline stood up; a move that Cody hastened to copy so that he could go and open the door for her. “I shall leave you two to whatever you were planning to do today. To keep peace with your father Ted at least make some effort to indulge with Miss Maryse.” Ted sighed and nodded, “Yes, Ma. I will.”
Upon leaving the room, they immediately headed up to Ted’s room. Making his way over to his bed, Ted sat, looking up at Cody, still standing near his door. “Were you needed anywhere today?” he asked, still a bit put off by the conversation they just had with his mother.
“Not as far as I know. John can come find me if he needs me,” Cody said, trying to give Ted a small smile.
“Well, that’s good. I feel like we haven’t been in the same room for any substantial period of time within the last few days.”
“We really haven’t been, have we?” Cody said, crossing the room to join Ted on the bed. He placed his knees on either side of Ted’s legs, straddling him as his arms wrapped around Ted’s neck. “You know, we can forget about waiting until tomorrow night. I’d be the happiest man alive if you took me right here, right now,” he rumbled into Ted’s ear.
“Cody, we’ve been over this,” Ted replied. Everything needed to be right. To be perfect. He needed the presentation of his gift to be perfect, he needed the mood to be perfect… he needed their first time together to be perfect. And if they made love right then, as much as he wanted to, then that perfect moment would be long gone. “It’s just one more day.”
“But one more day is so much more time to wait.”
Ted chuckled lightly, bringing his hand up to Cody’s hair to gently run his fingers along the side of his scalp. “We’ve already been waiting so long. What’s one more day?”
“I’ll smell of horses by the end of tomorrow evening,” Cody said with a pout, even though he really did want their first time to be that special moment that they had been talking about for weeks now.
“You act as though I’ve never been out to the barn before. As though I’ve never smelled it on your skin before. As though I’ve never smelled a person who, it seems, hasn’t bathed a day in their life. Believe me when I say that some other families don’t believe in washing one’s body as often as we do here, and it is far from pleasant.”
“So tomorrow I get to smell the horses, and you get to smell your guests?” Cody asked with a lopsided smile.
“But all I’ll be able to think about all night is that later, I’ll be with you. That thought should get me through all the smell issues,” he replied, a grin of his own on his face.
Cody couldn’t help but return a smile at that, eyes closing with a soft sigh when he felt Ted’s fingers caressing his scalp once more in a motion that was surprisingly soothing. “I do want everything to be perfect,” he started, opening his eyes once more and frowning slightly as he seemed to think on how he was going to phrase himself, “It’s just…” Ted gently shushed his lover, nodding his head. “I get it, Cody.” He assured, though Cody really wasn’t sure the other could completely understand what he was thinking about.
Not only did he want to give himself to Ted because he could, because he wanted to, he was also hoping that once they had made love with one another Ted would find it harder to let his attention wander elsewhere. It was probably petty and pathetic and demeaned their love in some fashion, but Cody couldn’t help but think in such a manner despite himself.
Bringing his head back somewhat from where he had had it resting against Cody’s neck, Ted gently brought their lips together in a delicate kiss that sent tingles racing throughout Cody’s body even at that small contact. Tomorrow night everything that had both been waiting for, longing for, would reach a fore and no longer would they have to wait… well, except for finding some private time that was.
Letting his own fingers curl through Ted’s hair in turn Cody slowly deepened the kiss; his tongue brushing across Ted’s bottom lip and taking the access that was granted to him after mere moments, purring almost when the taste of his lover filled his mouth. A small thought that leant Cody some confidence was that he was very sure that even if Ted did marry Maryse he would never show her an ounce of the passion he showed him.
When Cody’s hips subconsciously rocked against his own Ted couldn’t help but moan; the action had been completely involuntary he knew, but it was bringing forth a reaction that he had been hoping to contain until the following night. He had planned a mini-abstinence so that they could both save everything they had for their first time together. It wasn’t something he was entirely sure Cody would understand, but hopefully the other would indulge him-especially if he knew what Ted’s motives for doing so were. Their kiss broke when they needed air, two swollen-lipped smiles being exchanged with shy adoration.