Couples 14/15
Follow three WWE couples on their way through fame, hard work, stress and the troubles of relationship.
Pairings: Cody/Ted, Randy/Jack, Stephen/Miz
Warning: Slash, Sex, "Strong" Language, a little bit of Angst
Disclaimer: I own my INsanity and my muses (which probably are a part of my INsanity). All rights for the wrestlers belong to WWE and Vincent K. McScump. If I had the money I sure as hell would buy them (insert Ted muse here) cause EVERYONE has their price, right? :P
As said, first part of this chapter is actually the last part of the last chapter, but it was too long for LJ's likings. It won't hurt the story though, hopefully at least :p
I really appreciate every single comment I get regarding the story. Really, THANKS! :)
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
Those past four days had surely been the best in his whole life. Spending all of his time with Randy and Alana, doing absolutely everything together -like a family- from therapy to running errands to just hanging out and enjoying the time, it had been a bless. Sadly enough Randy would have to leave again tomorrow morning, this time for two complete weeks to go on a South-America tour.
Alana had already left this morning, being picked up by Sam. He could not have been more grateful for his lover's ex-wife's behavior. After all, she had flown all the way to Mississippi just to pick the little one up and spare them the travelling. It had felt a little awkward though, standing there in his own living-room, barely dressed -only in some sweat-pants and slippers- with Randy's ex while Randy had gotten Alana ready, getting her dressed, picked up all her stuff.
Smiling to himself, he said down on the bench, his eyes glued to Randy's sweating figure on the thread-mill. They had come to the gym an hour ago, Jake not wanting to for Randy to give up his workout routine only because he could barely walk. He could care less though right now, because watching Randy like that, his toned body sweating, hard muscles working, lips slightly parted as short pants escaped them, hands tightly holding onto the treadmill to steady himself, it gave him that warm and fuzzy feeling all over.
Not only did HIS man look sexy as all hell, he was also the biggest sweetheart, a caring lover, a good listener, a calm friend and a loving father. He was perfect, at least in his eyes. Jake could not believe how lucky he was to finally have that man all for himself, to be pampered by him, to make love to him, to share days like the past with him, to be loved by him.
Their eyes locked for a brief moment, Randy sending him a wink before he collected the sweat on his forehead with the back of his arm, wiping it away, looking straightforward onto the screen again. Jake's lips twitched up in a bright smile, his eyes roaming over his lovers body, lingering a little longer on that firm ass before travelling to his front, the seemingly always present bulge in Randy's sweatpants making him twitch.
In all honesty, he would have never thought that he would settle down, not any time soon at least and especially not with a man like that… and a little brunette bouncing-ball, sweet and innocent little girl like Alana. He would have never thought that he was the family-type of guy, never thought that he would enjoy playing family with someone, that he would fall THAT deep and hard for someone. Well, he had been wrong. The last days had definitely shown him how much he cared for Randy, only for him and no one else. He just hoped that Randy felt the same.
His eyes travelled back up Randy's body to his contorting face, a beautiful, almost angelic face nonetheless. He smiled to himself, completely forgetting about his own workout as he studied the features of his lover and falling back into thoughts. The mere image of Randy panting, sweating, groaning and trembling made his mind slump down into the gutter, a fact his lover knew way too well, something Randy had told him actually made him proud.
"You thinking of me fucking you right here and now, huh?"
He was leaning against the sink, arms crossed over his chest, Randy hovering over him, hot breath ghosting over the shell of his ear as Randy leaned forward to get a glass out of the cabinet, their covered groins brushing against each other. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, eyes staying focused on the little girl playing in the living-room only inches away from them. Managing a nod, he felt Randy's free hand brushing over his thigh, before lingering on his groin, roughly grabbing his jeans-covered bulge, smirking against his neck.
"I'd so do it… lean you over that sink and hammer into you again and again till you scream my name."
"Randy…"
The name was panted, almost moaned as Randy slowly palmed him, nibbling at his neck, all the while putting the glass on the counter.
"God Jake… you should stop looking at me like that when I'm all sweating and panting… you don't know what it does to me to see you staring at me like that, undressing me with your eyes, practically fucking me with them."
Randy had just come back inside after playing with his daughter, the sun burning that day, making him soak his shirt and shorts, the running around actually making him exhausted, panting for breath as he chased his girl through the backyard. The image alone had made Jake hard as rock and the fact had not gone unnoticed by Randy.
While pouring some water into the glass with his free hand, Randy made sure to increase the pressure on Jake's groin, the younger man bracing himself with his hands on the counter, eyes shut tight as he enjoyed the attention from his lover, the husked words turning him on even more.
"It makes me proud to see what affect I have on you, babe… that whatever I do you get hot for me… you want me… You do want me, Jakey, right?"
He only managed another nod, his mouth opening to say something, but only a gasp coming out as Randy squeezed him again before increasing his speed, Jake's head lolling forward onto his shoulder, desperately trying to keep his eyes open, to watch out for Alana who was still happily bouncing up and down on the couch in his living-room, doll in her hands.
"Randy… the… Alana… you can't…"
The older man shot his girl a quick look over his shoulder, his hot palm meanwhile slithering inside of Jake's sweatpants and grabbing him fully, pace increasing drastically, turning back around with a smirk and capturing Jake's lips in a heated kiss just in time to swallow Jake's cry, the blonde's hips furiously bucking forward into his touch, hot white spurts of cum coating his pants and Randy's fingers. Milking every last drop out of him, Randy's lips stayed on his own, teeth carefully tucking on the blonde's bottom lip as he whimpered in post-orgasmic bliss, knees weakening underneath him. Releasing his lover, Randy pulled his hand back out, bringing it up to his lips, licking each one of his fingers clean while his eyes stayed locked with Jake's, the sight alone making the blond hard again.
Placing another kiss onto Jake's swollen lips, Randy grinned, pulling back to shoot him a wink before grabbing his glass of water and retreating into the living-room again, joining his daughter on the couch.
The memory alone made Jake curse under his breath, his pants once again becoming incredible tight just in the moment as a hand clamped down on his shoulder. A little startled, he looked up, meeting those warm, soft blue pearls, a cocky smirk plastered on Randy's lips as he whispered.
"I see you're ready to leave."
Gesturing down to the obvious bulge in Jake's pants, he chuckled, his blond lover blushing heavily. Randy kissed his cheek before reaching out a hand, helping the younger male up from the bench, and leading him into the lockers. He would definitely have to make the lost time of the past days up to him today.
He woke up the next morning to the masculine scent of sweat, a soft snoring in his ear, rough stubbles tickling his neck, the sunlight making its way through the thin curtains of the bedroom. Blinking his eyes open, he managed to slightly turn his head to the side, a small smile spreading on his lips as he studied the peaceful, the content features of Ted's face. He could feel the arm lazily draped around his waist, the strong thigh holding his own down, could feel the warm breath on his sensitive skin.
A frown made its way onto his sleepy features as he thought back to last night, hoping he had not made the biggest mistake of his life. Sure, they had both enjoyed the numerous sessions of their mingling, their sex, their… lovemaking, but still, this was his best friend, his soulmate, his partner for so many years. What if he did regret it after all? What if Ted woke up and realized that he did not want Cody the same way he wanted him?
Letting his eyes rake over the blond beauty, Cody nervously chewed on his lips, wondering what to do next, if to wake him or to let him sleep, if to run or to face the truth, if to leave him a note or wait for their next show, if to worry or to just enjoy Ted's company for a little longer.
However, he did not have time to make any decision as Ted slowly began to stir, cracking first one eye open, then another, blinking a few times until he fully realized where he was, who lay next to him, stared back at him with big blue eyes filled with concern, full, pouty lips tucked in between those pearl-white teeth.
Managing a soft smile, Ted closed his eyes again, his grip on Cody's waist tightening before he nuzzled his nose against Cody's neck, the sigh of relief escaping the young man more than audible as he slowly relaxed into the embrace.
"What? Thought… I'd throw you out?"
Though it was mumbled into the crook of his neck, fluttering eyelids brushing his skin, Cody heard the comment, blushing slightly as an effect before closing his eyes.
"I… well… yeah… kind of."
After giving the tender flesh on the brunettes shoulder a soft kiss, Ted slowly propped himself up on an elbow, other arm still holding onto the young man next to him as he studied him with wide open greens, running his tongue over his teeth before pursing his lips.
"You thought I'd freak out, huh?"
Despite feeling a little embarrassed to even have such thoughts, Cody nodded, staring down at the large palm on his hip, the long, gentle fingers rubbing circles into his skin, not daring to look into Ted's eyes… not yet.
The sigh escaping Ted's lips let hot air ghost over his cheek, a feeling of warmth and safety overcoming the young man. Glancing over at his friend he saw his brows furrowing and his forehead wrinkling up, eyes staring nowhere in particular, lips moving as if he was chewing on them.
Cody knew that it had been a mistake; he knew it had been too soon after Ted's miserable relationship with Mike, after his own farce of relationship with John, but he was still glad that he had made the decision. Last night had definitely been the most intense, most tender, loving, most adventurous night in his young age and he sure was not going to regret that now that Ted started to worry, to seemingly have second thoughts.
"Ya know…" The soft Southern drawl brought Cody back out of his thoughts, for only the second time this morning staring back into those deep green pearls as he listened to Ted's soothing voice. "I don't regret it, Codes… I don't… even though… I doubt that I'm ready for something new…"
"Me neither…"
It was not true, not at all, since the first moment Ted had filled him so thoroughly last night, Cody had known that that was what he wanted, what he had truly desired, what he had needed all along. It had never been John, never been Dave or James, never had been someone else than Ted, he had just failed to see it.
Ted arched a brow, studying the blushed cheeks of his young friend, the tucked in lower lip, those smaragd blue eyes, brown ebony lashes fluttering with every blink and he instantly knew that Cody was bullshitting him. Cracking a soft smile, he leaned down to carefully kiss the corner of his lips, murmuring.
"Ya're lying…"
"Am not…"
"Codes… ya are lying."
"Maybe."
Pulling away again, Ted let go of a sigh, his fingers slowly withdrawing from Cody's hip and moving along the toned abs up to his chest, grasping the hand that lay underneath the covers on top of Cody's heart, interlacing their fingers as he locked eyes with the young man again.
"But… I could get used to this… ya know… waking up next to you… butt naked." A smirk grazed his lips as he spoke the last words, watching Cody's eyes widen slightly, his cheeks flushing an even brighter red as the tongue darted out to lick his lips.
"I know we both just got out of… well… disastrous relationships if you want to call it that… but… I also know that… there's something more between us… something… well… not so friendly, not so innocent…"
Cody swallowed as he listened to Ted's ramblings, his gaze drifting back down to their laced fingers right above his heart. He could swear he had just heard Ted saying that he liked waking up like that and clearly, he must still be dreaming.
"Codes… look at me, will ya?"
The warm tone in Ted's words, the breath tickling his cheek once again made Cody raise his head again, turning to face the blond as he chewed further on his lips, feeling the squeeze of his hand.
"If ya want to… we can… let's say… take it slow? I mean… last night wasn't exactly taking it slow… but… ya get what I'm talking about, right?"
Despite still thinking that he was dreaming, Cody blinked a few times before nodding his head.
"God… ya're awfully quiet, Codes… ya're scaring me a bit there, man."
Shaking his head, Cody managed the first real smile this morning, eyes slowly filling with life and joy again as he tilted his head towards Ted.
"So… you want us to date, right?"
Chuckling, Ted leaned down to brush his lips over Cody's before carefully pressing them together, murmuring.
"There ya go… ya're brighter than I thought."
The playful smack against his chest made Ted chuckle even harder, only silenced by Cody raising his head and using one hand to pull Ted towards him by his neck, their lips meeting again, this time longer, more sensual, lips parting and closing, Ted's hand running up and down Cody's bare torso, feeling the strong muscles of his chest convulse, the firm abs rise and fall, Cody's free hand grabbing Ted's thigh to hook their legs together, pulling him over until the blond lay on top of him, bracing himself up with one hand, their lips never leaving each others, tongues staying out of the game this time.
Pulling away to gain some breath… and some control back, Ted smiled down at Cody, his other hand coming up to cup the young mans cheek, thumb brushing over the kiss-swollen lips before he leaned down again to give him another peck.
"Slow, Codes… slow…"
The brunette grinned at him, sheepish, almost childish as he nodded his head in understanding, his hands running up and down the blonde's sides, their eyes locking for what felt like an eternity, both sets filled with lust, desire… and love until Ted broke the silence again.
"I think… I need a shower."
Cody closed his eyes for a brief moment, sighing heavily before he nodded, feeling Ted's body-weight roll off him, feeling the warmth of the soft skin leaving him, feeling the bed dip as Ted got up. He did not look up again until a soft slap on his covered thigh made him so, staring into the smirking face of his friend.
"Ya're coming?"
And who was he to be asked twice?
"Mike?"
"Hmm…?"
The young brunette lay on his stomach, face buried in a pillow, eyes shut tight, hair ruffed up from the night, sheets barely covering his naked form, the white contrasting with his mildly tanned, silky skin.
He and Stephen had spent the last four evenings and nights after their first official date together, going out to dinner together, enjoying movies together, going clubbing together and every single time they had ended up in Mike's hotelroom. To say that the sex was mind-blowing would have been an understatement in Mike's eyes… it was breath-taking, intense, something he had not had in a long time. Could have been because his mind had always been too screwed up due to the drugs, the feelings in most of his body-parts barely making it to his brain, his visoon mostly blurred, his senses numb?
Fact was that ever since he had stopped using, he felt alive again, felt all those things he had been too stoned to to realize before, the tingling in his spine, the curling of his toes, the heat in the pit of his stomach, the shivers running through his body. It was all back… and Stephen made him enjoy each and every part of his body again.
Cracking an eyes open, he turned his head to the side, glancing at his older, much taller lover, the cream-white skin glistening with sweat in the mild sunlight as he stood in front of the curtains. The expression on the red-heads face made him frown, his eyes cold, his lips pressed together, the muscles in his arms flexing as he held up a bottle of pills.
"What's that?"
Mike instantly shut up in the bed, covers gliding down his sweaty skin revealing his completely naked form as his eyes widened and his lips parted to speak.
"I… it's…"
Stephen arched a brow, a sigh of frustration, of disappointment emitting from his throat as he shook his head, raking his free hand through his fluffy hair.
"Ya know… I thought ya're tellin me the truth… I though ya'd stopped…"
"I did… it's… those are prescribed… I had some problems with my back after Raw and the trainer gave me those. I… I haven't even touched them yet. You can count them…"
Raising his head up to lock eyes with the brunette, Stephen saw the sincerity in them, saw that he was speaking the truth, the quivering of Mike's full and pouting lips speaking for themselves. He was nothing more than a scared little boy in his eyes right now, a boy who was afraid to lose him, to lose their friendship, lose his trust.
Sighing again, Stephen nodded, taking a last glimpse at the bottle before placing it back on top of the younger mans bag, where he had found it after searching for a shirt to throw him to wear. Walking back over to the bed, he let himself plop down, cupping Mike's chin with one of his large palms, a soft smile spreading on his lips as he looked him in the eyes.
"Ah'm sorry… Ah shouldn't have thought that ya… well… that ya use again."
Mike shook his head, trying to hold back the tears forming in his eyes, sniffling a few times before he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"I… it's okay. You have every right not to trust me… with my past and all… I just… I really wanna change… but I need you to… well… to have my back, to believe in me, to succeed."
The slight smile turned into a bigger one as Stephen leaned down to brush his lips over those of the brunette's, his red stubbles tickling Mike's chin as he whispered.
"I believe ya… and I trust ya…"
To prove his faith, he laid a gentle and heart-warming kiss onto the young man's lips, smiling into it as his hand held a careful grip on Mike's chin, his other hand running over Mike's torso to his side, up and down, the moan escaping the brunette's lips showing him how much he enjoyed his touch.
Breaking away, he licked his lips, smirking at the pleased expression on his lovers face, the lits fluttering open again, a content smile on those full lips, bright brown eyes sparkling back at him, cheeks slightly flushed. In one swift motion, Mike had his arms around Stephen's neck, letting himself fall back down onto the bed, pulling Stephen on top of him, their bare chests colliding, semi-hard cocks brushing against each other.
Still the same day, different location, as Ted and Cody were on their way to a houseshow together, the trip in the car a welcome change to the usual boring and painful flights, Cody's legs stretched out in the front while Ted was driving. Though focusing on the streets, Ted gave Cody sideward glances every now and then, watching as the young man flipped through his Ipod, humming with whatever song was on, a satisfied, content smile on his lips, leaning against the window of the passengers-side.
He was glad to see his friend smile, even more since he knew it was his accomplishment. Yesterday at around the same time, he would have never imagined the things that had happened last night, not even in his wildest on most vivid dreams, a smirk crossing his lips as he thought back to it.
Actually, he only wanted to make Cody feel better, be him a good friend, cheer him up, listen to him and help him through his break-up, but when Cody had asked him to make him forget, to sleep with him, he had thrown all doubts and worries aside for that one moment of pure bliss. That it had repeated itself a few more times until the early morning hours had more or less been Cody's initiations, but Ted had not even tried to stop him since after the first time he had filled him, the first time those sinful, plump lips had screamed his name in pure ecstasy, he had realized that it was what he wanted, what he needed, what he had craved for the whole time.
He had not slept a lot last night, watching Cody's pleased and peaceful features while he had drifted off to sleep, before thinking about what had happened, thinking about those past weeks. Cody had been there when he and Mike had broke up, he had cheered him up, he had always been by his side, had always stood up for him. God bless him that he had never given up, even when Ted had shoved him away during his relationship with Mike.
Ted had to chuckle at that last thought… relationship, yeah… it had rather been a farce, a one sided love-sickness, a blindness from how he saw it now. However, Cody had been persistent -as well as Randy- in sticking with him as a friend. Honestly, while he had thought about their situation last night, he had realized what an idiot he really had been not to see how perfect Cody would be for him earlier. They had been friends for what felt like forever, had always considered themselves being soulmates, had always cheered each other up, talked about everything and anything on their minds
What else could you ask for in a partner? He had just never looked further than their friendship, had never even thought of the possibility of having more than just that, of feeling more than just that. Until the last few weeks. He had felt it rising in him already, had known that deep down inside he had those feelings for Cody that went beyond just being friends; the numerous occasions when just a simple touch of Cody had set him on fire had proven it to him -the basketball-game, the massage only two of them.
When he had seen the doubt, the worries, the fear in Cody's eyes this morning, he knew that he wanted to give it a try. Never in his whole life had he wanted anything as much as that. He just wanted to kiss all the worries and fears of the younger man away, just wanted to hold him then and there, to make him feel better and he could even see himself doing that for a long, long time… if not for the rest of his life.
Pulling into the parking lot of the arena, he could see Cody visibly tense, could see him starting to chew on his lips, a sure sign that he was nervous. The blond reached for the younger mans hand, squeezing it slightly, making Cody turn to face him, the warm smile on Ted's lips soothing the brunette.
"We'll keep it… secret for now, okay? No need to show or tell anyone that… we're seeing each other."
A huge sigh of relief escaped Cody's lips before he could stop it, only making Ted chuckle at him, shaking his head. Turning to look outside, scanning the parking-lot, the blond checked if they were alone before leaning over to the brunette and gently kissing the corner of his lips, squeezing the large palm in his hand once again as he whispered.
"Slow… we'll take it slow."
Cody just nodded his head, the slight blush creeping his cheeks showing Ted how unsure he still was about their situation, about their newfound feelings, their relationship. Taking another deep breath, Cody sat up straight in the car, returning the squeeze as he locked eyes with Ted, managing a soft smile.
"Thanks… for everything… really Ted, I mean it."
The blond only shook his head, giving him a heart-warming smile in return, leaning down to brush his nose over the rosé cheek, breath tickling the soft skin behind Cody's ear as he whispered.
"It was nothing but my pleasure."
For Cody it had all been a dream. The past 24 hours like a blur to him, though a good one. From the moment Ted had returned his kiss last evening to their kiss just now he had barely gotten any word out, afraid that if he spoke, the dream would end again. In all honesty, he was not sure if he really wanted a relationship again -only a week after the disastrous end with John- but he wanted to take the risk.
He knew that Ted would never ever hurt him, not willingly at least, that Ted would do anything to make him happy, that he would always stand by his side, right behind him. That was the good part about dating a friend; they knew each other like no one else, they knew how to cheer the other one up, knew that they could talk about anything and everything, knew that the other one would always be there for him.
What bothered him though was that after all those relationships he had been in over the past years, after all the times he had been used and abused, all the times he had been hurt, he did not want to fall for someone that fast and that hard again. Even though Ted was his best friend and he knew he could trust him, he was still a fragile little boy inside, scared to get hurt again.
And even though he was sure about his feelings for Ted -after all he had thought about it the whole past week instead of wondering about John- he could not get himself to admit it openly, to everyone else, not yet at least. That had been the reason why he had gotten so tense as soon as the arena came in sight. He did not want anyone to know, not yet.
What would they think about him if he showed up hand in hand, kissing, with Ted only a week after he had broken up with John? Clearly, they would agree with his ex, would call Cody by what he felt like right now, a whore, a tramp, nothing else, nothing more or less. Jumping into bed only days after you've ended things with your partner would prove John right and would actually do nothing more than to drown him even more. He should have thought about that before last night, but… it had felt just too good, too right to stop it.
Sunday morning, the day Randy had to leave again, was one of the hardest for Jake so far. After those past five days, he barely wanted to let go of the older man after they had woken up. Holding onto him with arms and legs, he enjoyed the last few hours that he had with him, worshipping the muscular body of his love, each and every inch of it with butterfly kisses.
Even though Randy had a flight to catch in a few hours, he had been in no hurry, their lovemaking that morning slow and sensual, gentle and intense, their lips only parting when one of them had to catch his breath. The dark-tanned man had stayed buried deep inside of the blond even after they had collapsed in a heap of arms and legs, both exhausted, sweating and panting, their eyes closing for they needed to gain back their control.
Randy had waited until the last minute till finally saying good-bye, their kiss lingering longer than he had planned to, Jake's arms staying tightly wrapped around his neck until Randy managed to pull away, pecking him for a last time before throwing the duffel-bag into his rental and driving off.
Thankfully for him, Jake had therapy an hour later, something to distract himself, but as soon as he came back home that afternoon, he took in the defeating silence, the loneliness, the boredom, his mind going numb. He tried to get over it by telling himself that Randy would be back in two weeks, that they would talk to each other every single day, twice, like always, that as soon as they saw each other again, Randy would make it up to him, that it did not take that long anymore until he could go back on the road, too, but nothing really helped.
By the time Randy finally called in the evening, he had cleaned the whole house, had done the laundry, had even planted some new flowers in his backyard. Exhausted and tired, he lay on his couch, one arm hanging down while he held the phone close to his ear with the other one, listening to Randy's soothing voice as he told him about his day.
It was a habit they had come up with the first time Randy had gone on the road without him, it made it easier to avoid the topic of being alone, of missing the other one, but the unusual silence on the other end made Randy aware of the state his lover was in. After he finished his descriptions of the day's activities and happenings, he rested his head on the pillow behind him, staring at the ceiling, taking a deep breath.
"Baby?"
"Uhmmm…?"
Even his humming had an edge of sadness to it, Randy raking a palm over his face as he glanced over at the alarm on his nightstand.
"I miss you."
He could not see the small smile on Jake's lips nor could he see the short flicker in his eyes at the sound of his words, but he could hear the soft sigh emitting from his younger lovers throat.
"I miss you, too… I… it's lonely without you."
"I know." Propping himself up on his elbows, Randy put the phone between his ear and his shoulder, eyes fixating on the TV opposite to the bed. "I'll be back before you even realize that I'm gone."
"Too late."
The older man knew what that meant, his blond lover depending so much on him that it sometimes scared him. Letting another sigh escape his lips, Randy sat up straight, crossing his legs in front of him as he took the phone back into his hand.
"Babe… how about you go out with some of your friends? Go partying… enjoy your young life… do something you like… You've so many friends around you, I'm sure they already miss hanging out with you."
"I know…"
Jake also sat up again, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand as he chewed his lips, glancing over at the door.
"But… they're not you…"
"Jake, please… you're killing me here. What if I ever get injured? What if we one day will be on different brands? You can't always expect me to spend every single spare minute with you… as much as I love you and miss you and as much as I like spending my time with you, but you gotta… you have to go out alone every now and then, you have to enjoy yourself as much as possible. You can't just sit at home and mope around the whole day only because I'm not there."
Randy's frustration with him started to grow and Jake could hear it in the older man's voice that he was already doing his best to stay calm, to not snap at him. It inked Randy that his lover could not just be happy and content with their situation, with their relationship, that he always found something to complain about, to whine about, that he never seemed to get enough.
Jake knew he was slowly starting to piss his lover off, that his behavior started to get on the older mans nerves. He wished he could just be happy with what he had, but the emptiness in his heart whenever Randy was not around did not want to fade.
"I'm sorry… I just…" The blond laid his head back onto the edge of the couch, staring at the ceiling as a tear rolled down his cheek, his free hand running through his hair. "I'm sorry… okay… I'll call one of the boys and ask him to come over… I'm sure someone has time… and you… you go to bed and sleep. You must be exhausted by now."
He could hear the soft sigh Randy gave, could almost imagine him closing his eyes and nod as the elder mans voice ringed through the phone.
"I really miss you, Jake… we'll talk in the morning again, okay?"
Cracking a small smile, Jake nodded and stretched his legs out, wincing a bit at the pain in his ankle when he unconsciously moved it to place it on the table in front of him.
"Okay… I love you… sleep well."
"Love you, too, babe. Bye."
His own "bye" fell on deaf ears as Randy had already shut his phone off, placing it on the nightstand next to him. He, as well as his blond lover barely slept that night -one because he could not fall asleep without his love in his arms, the other because he was thinking about their relationship, their love.
It was after Raw that they had gone out, dancing, partying, and relaxing as usual. Mexico was no different from the USA. Even though Mike and Stephen were trying to keep their relationship a secret as long as none of them knew for how long it would last and if it would last at all, no one could deny the chemistry between them that night, the glances they shot another full of lust and heat, the "accidental" touches between them visible for everyone who had a set of healthy eyes.
Hours into their night out, Mike was leaning against the bar, forth or fifth beer in his hand as he scanned the club for his man, his eyes roaming first the bar, then the booth', then the dance floor, finding the tall Irishman dancing with none other than Morrison. Growling low in his throat, he clenched his jaw, the grip on his beer inadvertently tightening as he watched the brunette grind against his man, the rhythm completely forgotten as it looked more like dry fucking than anything else.
He could make out Stephen's hands on the lower back of his long-time partner, could see Morrison's hands on Stephen's ass, pulling him into his groin, could see Stephen's tongue snaking out every now and then, could even make out the gleam in Morrison's eyes as he wriggled his hips against the older man.
Okay, seeing that Morrison along with Randy, Adam and John were the only ones in the club being into guys… asides from himself and Stephen of course, it was not really surprising that Stephen had chosen him to dance with, but this was seriously going too far for his likings. As soon as the song was over, Mike slammed some dollar notes onto the bar and stormed towards the bathroom, not even caring that the people he shoved some people on his way there, not even caring that a pair of deep green eyes followed him all the way until he slammed the door shut behind him.
Sending the only other guy in the bathroom a boring glare, the young man retreated without even drying his hands. Raking his hands over his face, Mike shook his head, trying to calm himself down. He was not the jealous asshole from a few months ago anymore, he knew he could not go back to his old behavior, he needed to tell himself that this was no reason to snap, but the rage inside of him, the demon inside of him was stronger than his rationality as he slammed his fist into the wall, just in the exact moment as Stephen entered the room.
"Ya know… hurting yar fist isn't really a good plan."
Mike clearly was not in the mood for jokes, snapping around to come face to face with his lover, getting on his toes so to actually look him in the eyes, face flushed with anger, eyes filling with tears, fists clenching at his sides.
"Don't… fucking… play with me!"
"Ah don't."
"Oh yeah? And what was that with Morrison out there? The dry humping? You almost fucked him right there on the dance floor and you have the guts to tell me you aren't playing? Bullshit, Stephen… pure bullshit."
By now the only thing he had managed was to get a smirk onto the redheads lips, furthering his rage even more as he listened to the low chuckle escaping his lovers lips, the tall mans arms crossed in front of the heavy chest as he shook his head.
"Ya're haluzinating, darling… that was nowthing…"
His hand came up quickly, going for a slap, the cocky attitude of his lover being too much for him to handle, but he was stopped mid-air by the large palm grabbing his wrist. Before he even knew it, Stephen had pushed him into one of the stalls and into the wall, growling as he lowered his head to come nose-to-nose with the brunette.
"Did ya just wanna slap me, Mikey?"
The younger man was struggling against the tight grip his lover had on his wrist, wanting to get free, his anger and frustration never fading, cheeks beat-red from the fury in him as he glared daggers into the taller man.
"Fuck you, Stephen… you were… fuck… you were playing with me the whole time, huh? You wanted to screw Morrison tonight. Why don't you just admit it, damnit?"
Stephen groaned, shaking his head as he let go of Mike's wrist, his arm slumping down to his side as he ran his other hand over his face.
"Darn, Mike… Ah wasn't doin anathing… we danced, that's all… ya're really interpreting too much into this. Sure, he was grinding against mah, but ya were the one saying we are keeping it a secret… ya were the one not wanting anyone ta know… What do ya wanted me to do? Just dance alone? Common, Mikey… it was nothing mow than dancing… ya know that, ya know that damn well."
He was more frustrated with Mike than anything else, not wanting to believe that Mike thought that low of him, that the younger man actually expected him to screw someone like Morrison, to cheat on him at all. He watched Mike's expression change; his features soften again, the young man crossing his arms over his chest more in an act of defence than anger as he turned his head away.
Stephen took the chance to step forward until he had the brunette trapped in between himself and the toilet, grabbing his chin carefully, but firmly to turn his head up. Locking eyes, he sent him a soft smile, shaking his head.
"Ah'm not ya, Mikey… Ah dun cheat on ma boy… Ah dun fuck around while ma boy's waitin fow me at home. Only because ya did that in yar relationship, dun mean that ah'll do the same."
Now that actually stung, the tears coming back to Mike's eyes as he shook his head free from the stronger man's grip, sniffling as he tried to push past him, but Stephen's hands came up again to grab his forearms, holding him in place.
"Asshole…"
"Am ah?"
The young man nodded slowly, still refusing to look at his lover but feeling the strong palms loosen their grip on his arms, instead rubbing them. He could feel the warm breath ghosting over his cheek, then over his ear, could smell the faint scent of vanilla radiating through the air, could feel the rough stubbles of Stephens beard scratching over his cheek.
"Ah dun cheat on ya… and ya know that… and still ya dun trust ma… why not?"
He had to swallow hard not to lose his last strain of control, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall, closing his eyes for a moment to calm himself enough to face his lover, looking into the lust-blown green pearls as he spoke.
"Cause… I need you… I… am afraid to lose you."
Even though he knew the answer before even asking, Stephen had to smile at the confession, leaning down again to gently kiss the younger mans lips, murmuring against them.
"Ah'm not going anywhere, Mikey."
Deepening the kiss, his hands pushing Mike further against the toilet until his knees hit it and he fell onto it, Stephen slowly felt the younger man relax, could even hear a faint moan leaving his throat at the force behind his actions. As he slid his tongue into Mike's mouth, exploring, tasting, feeling, fighting, his hands started to roam the brunette's torso, even the slight brush over his covered nibbles making Mike arch his hips up and making him shiver, an effect Stephen's hands always had on him, no matter where they were.
Neither of them cared that the door of the bathroom had already opened and closed at least five times, neither of them cared that someone could hear them, could actually walk in on them, that someone might find them entangled in a heap of body-parts as this moment it was just the two of them.
Making quick work of his own zipper, Mike hastily raised his hips to slide his jeans and his boxers down before doing the same with Stephen's, the guttural groan emitting from the elder man's throat reverberating in his throat as their lips stayed fused for the time being, Stephen's hands firmly holding onto Mike's waist while the younger man did the work, as soon as the pants were lowered taking hold of the creamy white dick, jacking it slowly.
Stephen's hands soon came up to brace himself against the wall over Mike's head, the younger mans head tilted backwards as their tongue fought each other, the pants and groans emitting both throats echoing through the whole bathroom. It did not take long for the skilled fingers to work Stephen into full hardness, slicking the thick cock up with the precum leaking out of the slit.
The brunette was more than tempted to taste him right then and there, but neither of them was in the mood for a long foreplay seeing the place they were in. The thread of them getting caught turned them both on even more and aside from that, the throbbing dick in his hand and those sinful noises escaping his lovers lips in-between their kisses were enough to make Mike painfully hard.
Pulling away for some breath, Stephen rested his head on Mike's shoulder, nibbling and biting the earlobe instead while his hips thrusted through the tight tunnel of Mike's fist, already feeling the warmth rising in the pit of his stomach. He could sense Mike's hand pulling away and looking down was able to take a glimpse at the writhing beauty beneath him just as he got up from his seat and -given the space he had to work with- slowly turned around, bracing himself against the wall, rubbing his ass against Stephen's throbbing shaft.
Growling low in his throat, the Irishman let one hand slide down to the pert and ample cheeks, squeezing the left one hard eliciting a low whine from his younger lover as he licked a stripe up from his neck to his ear, husking.
"Ah won't fuck ya without prep, babe… no way…"
Pushing back again against the hard dick, Mike wriggled his hips, looking back over his shoulder and the fire in his eyes almost set the older man off.
"Please…"
It came out more as a whine than as a command, Stephens hand firmly kneading the hard buttocks before he let himself slide between them, watching his cock run up and down the slit, his sensitive head circling the tiny, red pucker, licking his lips hungrily in anticipation before locking eyes with his lover again, capturing his lips in a rough and needy kiss in the same time as he searched forward, breaching the tight ring of muscles in one go, diving straight in to the hilt and swallowing down the cry of pain from his love.
His eyes fluttering close, Mike's head turning back to face the wall again, he rested his forehead on the young man's shoulder, taking a few deep breaths to keep himself from coming immediately, those hot walls holding him in a vice-grip, even tighter than usual, the burning friction of the unprepped hole making it hard for him to not just pummel into the brunette.
Bracing his head against an arm, Mike swallowed hard, biting down on his lip as he tried to block out the searing pain. It was bearable, an almost pleasing sort of pain, the long throbbing dick pulsing inside of him, filling him fully. As he got used to the intrusion, the brunette slowly started to rock his hips back into Stephen's, giving him the sign to move.
The only sounds emitting from the usually vocal, loud couple were the moans, groans and pants that filled the air as Stephen set a hard and fast pace, his strong palms firmly holding onto Mike's hips as he thrusted in and out of him, deep, deeper, deepest, the walls surrounding them, underneath Mike's fingertips, rocking with the force of the powerful slams.
The brunette's eyes were scrunched shut as he concentrated on his other senses, the sounds of skin slapping against skin, the scent of vanilla mixing with the manly scent of sweat, the large palms holding him tightly, the hot breath ghosting over his neck as the redhead peppered his skin with kisses, the feeling of being so completely filled, the sharp, stinging pain in his lower back every time Stephen withdrew and hammered back into him.
Stephen's eyes stayed open, first watching his throbbing shaft appear and disappear in that tight, sore hole, then looking back up at the back of Mike's head before he leaned down to leave a trail of kisses on the young mans neck and shoulders all the while his pace increasing until he could feel the familiar coil rising inside of him and his hips jackhammered furiously into the man in front of him, his lover, his mate, his boy; one hand leaving the stalwart thighs and slithering around to the neglected cock, firmly jacking it in timing with his thrusts.
Before Mike could find his release, he heard the guttural groan from his lover, felt the grip on his own cock tightening, the thrusts slowing down as the sweat-soaked shirt collided with his back. The sweet scent of their mingling, the hot ribbons filling him, leaking out of him, running down his thighs, the warm, steady breathing against his cheek and the tight fist pumping his throbbing dick were enough to set his own orgasm off and he had to bite into his arm hard to stifle the scream of pleasure escaping him as his hips bucked forward uncontrollably, the hot, white spurts decorating the wall in front of him as his weeks went weak.
Spent, exhausted, limp, they stayed like that for a few minutes until their breathing was back to normal, their heartbeat steady again, Stephen's length slipping out of the abused hole with a slurping noise. Without a word, he reached for the toilet paper next to him, first cleaning off his hand before devoting his attention to his lover, carefully wiping away the spurts of cum coating his thighs and his cheeks, all the while holding eye contact with the brunette, content and pleased smile gracing their features.
After he was done, Stephen pulled his lovers jeans back up, tucking him in before doing the same with his own clothing, leaning down to brush his lips over the brunette's and whispering.
"See… ah'm right here and not going anywhere… eva."
Tuesday morning, Jake's waiting was fruitless. Randy did not call. The last two calls Monday morning and evening had been short, too short for his likings as Randy had been busy, according to what he had said at least. The frustration and worries inside of him grew bigger and louder that morning than they had been ever before.
It was not that he did not trust his lover, he did, he tried to, he really tried to; but his own past and Randy's past were not exactly helpful. He was not worried that Randy might find someone else to replace him with, he was scared to lose him… just as he had lost her.
It had been six years ago, six long and unforgiving years. She had been the only woman he had ever loved that strongly, the only person he had ever loved with all his heart -before Randy came into his life. The day they had decided to move in together had been the day he had proposed to her, one of the happiest days in his whole life. It was only topped by the day she told him that they were getting a baby.
Everything had been taken care of, had been prepared. The room for their baby was already decorated, the name chosen -it was going to be a boy- clothes bought, money saved. They could not have been any happier. She was the perfect girl in his eyes, gorgeous, funny, caring, smart. She had everything he had ever dreamed of.
The day it happened -a month before the baby would have been born- the world crashed down onto him. She had been on her way to the doctor when another car did not stop at the red lights, driving right into their black Porsche Camero with such a force that she was already dead by the time the ambulance made it there. They could not do anything for her, or for the baby.
It had messed up his whole life, ruined it. He blamed himself for not being in that car with her. He would have seen the other driver coming, he would have warned her, would have taken the most of the crash. Maybe it would have been him to die that day and not her; it could have saved her and the baby.
It had taken him two years to get out of his hole again, two years to forgive himself for not being with her that day, two years to move on, to go out again, two years to finally start living again.
Every now and then, he would still see her angelic face when he closed her eyes, could still feel her soft skin on his, her silken lips. He could still imagine her, two days before he had left for the tour, with that bright smile of hers, one hand on the baby-belly while she waved at him, sending him an air-kiss.
Tears where clouding his vision as he remembered that day so clearly. He should have stayed there with her. He should have been the one driving her to the doctor, should have been the one dying. Everything would have been so much easier.
The day he had first met Randy, all his thoughts of her had come crushing back down on him, all the memories came back to his mind. However, he had tried to push them aside. Every minute he had spent with Randy, every second had felt like heaven, just like it had with her. But with their growing feelings, their relationship getting more serious every passing day, their love rising, his worries came back again. Worries of letting Randy alone, of not being there with him.
What if something happened to him and he was not there? What if he got hurt… if he died even and Jake once again would not be by his side? He did not know if he could get through something like that once again, he did not know if he was strong enough to survive a situation like that another time.
He knew he was getting on the older mans nerves with his constant worrying, with him pampering him, with him almost choking the air out of him whenever they were not together. He knew he should just tell him, but he was afraid that once Randy knew the reason behind his worries, he would finally see how weak he truly was and everyone knew that Randy Orton despised weakness, despised those who were not strong enough.
It was definitely a lose-lose situation he was in. Either he could keep pushing Randy away with his constant bitching, whining and worrying… or he could tell him and watch him walk out of his life for good. None of it was what he wanted and both if it was what he dreaded.
Likey? Only one chapter left.
Pairings: Cody/Ted, Randy/Jack, Stephen/Miz
Warning: Slash, Sex, "Strong" Language, a little bit of Angst
Disclaimer: I own my INsanity and my muses (which probably are a part of my INsanity). All rights for the wrestlers belong to WWE and Vincent K. McScump. If I had the money I sure as hell would buy them (insert Ted muse here) cause EVERYONE has their price, right? :P
As said, first part of this chapter is actually the last part of the last chapter, but it was too long for LJ's likings. It won't hurt the story though, hopefully at least :p
I really appreciate every single comment I get regarding the story. Really, THANKS! :)
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Those past four days had surely been the best in his whole life. Spending all of his time with Randy and Alana, doing absolutely everything together -like a family- from therapy to running errands to just hanging out and enjoying the time, it had been a bless. Sadly enough Randy would have to leave again tomorrow morning, this time for two complete weeks to go on a South-America tour.
Alana had already left this morning, being picked up by Sam. He could not have been more grateful for his lover's ex-wife's behavior. After all, she had flown all the way to Mississippi just to pick the little one up and spare them the travelling. It had felt a little awkward though, standing there in his own living-room, barely dressed -only in some sweat-pants and slippers- with Randy's ex while Randy had gotten Alana ready, getting her dressed, picked up all her stuff.
Smiling to himself, he said down on the bench, his eyes glued to Randy's sweating figure on the thread-mill. They had come to the gym an hour ago, Jake not wanting to for Randy to give up his workout routine only because he could barely walk. He could care less though right now, because watching Randy like that, his toned body sweating, hard muscles working, lips slightly parted as short pants escaped them, hands tightly holding onto the treadmill to steady himself, it gave him that warm and fuzzy feeling all over.
Not only did HIS man look sexy as all hell, he was also the biggest sweetheart, a caring lover, a good listener, a calm friend and a loving father. He was perfect, at least in his eyes. Jake could not believe how lucky he was to finally have that man all for himself, to be pampered by him, to make love to him, to share days like the past with him, to be loved by him.
Their eyes locked for a brief moment, Randy sending him a wink before he collected the sweat on his forehead with the back of his arm, wiping it away, looking straightforward onto the screen again. Jake's lips twitched up in a bright smile, his eyes roaming over his lovers body, lingering a little longer on that firm ass before travelling to his front, the seemingly always present bulge in Randy's sweatpants making him twitch.
In all honesty, he would have never thought that he would settle down, not any time soon at least and especially not with a man like that… and a little brunette bouncing-ball, sweet and innocent little girl like Alana. He would have never thought that he was the family-type of guy, never thought that he would enjoy playing family with someone, that he would fall THAT deep and hard for someone. Well, he had been wrong. The last days had definitely shown him how much he cared for Randy, only for him and no one else. He just hoped that Randy felt the same.
His eyes travelled back up Randy's body to his contorting face, a beautiful, almost angelic face nonetheless. He smiled to himself, completely forgetting about his own workout as he studied the features of his lover and falling back into thoughts. The mere image of Randy panting, sweating, groaning and trembling made his mind slump down into the gutter, a fact his lover knew way too well, something Randy had told him actually made him proud.
"You thinking of me fucking you right here and now, huh?"
He was leaning against the sink, arms crossed over his chest, Randy hovering over him, hot breath ghosting over the shell of his ear as Randy leaned forward to get a glass out of the cabinet, their covered groins brushing against each other. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, eyes staying focused on the little girl playing in the living-room only inches away from them. Managing a nod, he felt Randy's free hand brushing over his thigh, before lingering on his groin, roughly grabbing his jeans-covered bulge, smirking against his neck.
"I'd so do it… lean you over that sink and hammer into you again and again till you scream my name."
"Randy…"
The name was panted, almost moaned as Randy slowly palmed him, nibbling at his neck, all the while putting the glass on the counter.
"God Jake… you should stop looking at me like that when I'm all sweating and panting… you don't know what it does to me to see you staring at me like that, undressing me with your eyes, practically fucking me with them."
Randy had just come back inside after playing with his daughter, the sun burning that day, making him soak his shirt and shorts, the running around actually making him exhausted, panting for breath as he chased his girl through the backyard. The image alone had made Jake hard as rock and the fact had not gone unnoticed by Randy.
While pouring some water into the glass with his free hand, Randy made sure to increase the pressure on Jake's groin, the younger man bracing himself with his hands on the counter, eyes shut tight as he enjoyed the attention from his lover, the husked words turning him on even more.
"It makes me proud to see what affect I have on you, babe… that whatever I do you get hot for me… you want me… You do want me, Jakey, right?"
He only managed another nod, his mouth opening to say something, but only a gasp coming out as Randy squeezed him again before increasing his speed, Jake's head lolling forward onto his shoulder, desperately trying to keep his eyes open, to watch out for Alana who was still happily bouncing up and down on the couch in his living-room, doll in her hands.
"Randy… the… Alana… you can't…"
The older man shot his girl a quick look over his shoulder, his hot palm meanwhile slithering inside of Jake's sweatpants and grabbing him fully, pace increasing drastically, turning back around with a smirk and capturing Jake's lips in a heated kiss just in time to swallow Jake's cry, the blonde's hips furiously bucking forward into his touch, hot white spurts of cum coating his pants and Randy's fingers. Milking every last drop out of him, Randy's lips stayed on his own, teeth carefully tucking on the blonde's bottom lip as he whimpered in post-orgasmic bliss, knees weakening underneath him. Releasing his lover, Randy pulled his hand back out, bringing it up to his lips, licking each one of his fingers clean while his eyes stayed locked with Jake's, the sight alone making the blond hard again.
Placing another kiss onto Jake's swollen lips, Randy grinned, pulling back to shoot him a wink before grabbing his glass of water and retreating into the living-room again, joining his daughter on the couch.
The memory alone made Jake curse under his breath, his pants once again becoming incredible tight just in the moment as a hand clamped down on his shoulder. A little startled, he looked up, meeting those warm, soft blue pearls, a cocky smirk plastered on Randy's lips as he whispered.
"I see you're ready to leave."
Gesturing down to the obvious bulge in Jake's pants, he chuckled, his blond lover blushing heavily. Randy kissed his cheek before reaching out a hand, helping the younger male up from the bench, and leading him into the lockers. He would definitely have to make the lost time of the past days up to him today.
He woke up the next morning to the masculine scent of sweat, a soft snoring in his ear, rough stubbles tickling his neck, the sunlight making its way through the thin curtains of the bedroom. Blinking his eyes open, he managed to slightly turn his head to the side, a small smile spreading on his lips as he studied the peaceful, the content features of Ted's face. He could feel the arm lazily draped around his waist, the strong thigh holding his own down, could feel the warm breath on his sensitive skin.
A frown made its way onto his sleepy features as he thought back to last night, hoping he had not made the biggest mistake of his life. Sure, they had both enjoyed the numerous sessions of their mingling, their sex, their… lovemaking, but still, this was his best friend, his soulmate, his partner for so many years. What if he did regret it after all? What if Ted woke up and realized that he did not want Cody the same way he wanted him?
Letting his eyes rake over the blond beauty, Cody nervously chewed on his lips, wondering what to do next, if to wake him or to let him sleep, if to run or to face the truth, if to leave him a note or wait for their next show, if to worry or to just enjoy Ted's company for a little longer.
However, he did not have time to make any decision as Ted slowly began to stir, cracking first one eye open, then another, blinking a few times until he fully realized where he was, who lay next to him, stared back at him with big blue eyes filled with concern, full, pouty lips tucked in between those pearl-white teeth.
Managing a soft smile, Ted closed his eyes again, his grip on Cody's waist tightening before he nuzzled his nose against Cody's neck, the sigh of relief escaping the young man more than audible as he slowly relaxed into the embrace.
"What? Thought… I'd throw you out?"
Though it was mumbled into the crook of his neck, fluttering eyelids brushing his skin, Cody heard the comment, blushing slightly as an effect before closing his eyes.
"I… well… yeah… kind of."
After giving the tender flesh on the brunettes shoulder a soft kiss, Ted slowly propped himself up on an elbow, other arm still holding onto the young man next to him as he studied him with wide open greens, running his tongue over his teeth before pursing his lips.
"You thought I'd freak out, huh?"
Despite feeling a little embarrassed to even have such thoughts, Cody nodded, staring down at the large palm on his hip, the long, gentle fingers rubbing circles into his skin, not daring to look into Ted's eyes… not yet.
The sigh escaping Ted's lips let hot air ghost over his cheek, a feeling of warmth and safety overcoming the young man. Glancing over at his friend he saw his brows furrowing and his forehead wrinkling up, eyes staring nowhere in particular, lips moving as if he was chewing on them.
Cody knew that it had been a mistake; he knew it had been too soon after Ted's miserable relationship with Mike, after his own farce of relationship with John, but he was still glad that he had made the decision. Last night had definitely been the most intense, most tender, loving, most adventurous night in his young age and he sure was not going to regret that now that Ted started to worry, to seemingly have second thoughts.
"Ya know…" The soft Southern drawl brought Cody back out of his thoughts, for only the second time this morning staring back into those deep green pearls as he listened to Ted's soothing voice. "I don't regret it, Codes… I don't… even though… I doubt that I'm ready for something new…"
"Me neither…"
It was not true, not at all, since the first moment Ted had filled him so thoroughly last night, Cody had known that that was what he wanted, what he had truly desired, what he had needed all along. It had never been John, never been Dave or James, never had been someone else than Ted, he had just failed to see it.
Ted arched a brow, studying the blushed cheeks of his young friend, the tucked in lower lip, those smaragd blue eyes, brown ebony lashes fluttering with every blink and he instantly knew that Cody was bullshitting him. Cracking a soft smile, he leaned down to carefully kiss the corner of his lips, murmuring.
"Ya're lying…"
"Am not…"
"Codes… ya are lying."
"Maybe."
Pulling away again, Ted let go of a sigh, his fingers slowly withdrawing from Cody's hip and moving along the toned abs up to his chest, grasping the hand that lay underneath the covers on top of Cody's heart, interlacing their fingers as he locked eyes with the young man again.
"But… I could get used to this… ya know… waking up next to you… butt naked." A smirk grazed his lips as he spoke the last words, watching Cody's eyes widen slightly, his cheeks flushing an even brighter red as the tongue darted out to lick his lips.
"I know we both just got out of… well… disastrous relationships if you want to call it that… but… I also know that… there's something more between us… something… well… not so friendly, not so innocent…"
Cody swallowed as he listened to Ted's ramblings, his gaze drifting back down to their laced fingers right above his heart. He could swear he had just heard Ted saying that he liked waking up like that and clearly, he must still be dreaming.
"Codes… look at me, will ya?"
The warm tone in Ted's words, the breath tickling his cheek once again made Cody raise his head again, turning to face the blond as he chewed further on his lips, feeling the squeeze of his hand.
"If ya want to… we can… let's say… take it slow? I mean… last night wasn't exactly taking it slow… but… ya get what I'm talking about, right?"
Despite still thinking that he was dreaming, Cody blinked a few times before nodding his head.
"God… ya're awfully quiet, Codes… ya're scaring me a bit there, man."
Shaking his head, Cody managed the first real smile this morning, eyes slowly filling with life and joy again as he tilted his head towards Ted.
"So… you want us to date, right?"
Chuckling, Ted leaned down to brush his lips over Cody's before carefully pressing them together, murmuring.
"There ya go… ya're brighter than I thought."
The playful smack against his chest made Ted chuckle even harder, only silenced by Cody raising his head and using one hand to pull Ted towards him by his neck, their lips meeting again, this time longer, more sensual, lips parting and closing, Ted's hand running up and down Cody's bare torso, feeling the strong muscles of his chest convulse, the firm abs rise and fall, Cody's free hand grabbing Ted's thigh to hook their legs together, pulling him over until the blond lay on top of him, bracing himself up with one hand, their lips never leaving each others, tongues staying out of the game this time.
Pulling away to gain some breath… and some control back, Ted smiled down at Cody, his other hand coming up to cup the young mans cheek, thumb brushing over the kiss-swollen lips before he leaned down again to give him another peck.
"Slow, Codes… slow…"
The brunette grinned at him, sheepish, almost childish as he nodded his head in understanding, his hands running up and down the blonde's sides, their eyes locking for what felt like an eternity, both sets filled with lust, desire… and love until Ted broke the silence again.
"I think… I need a shower."
Cody closed his eyes for a brief moment, sighing heavily before he nodded, feeling Ted's body-weight roll off him, feeling the warmth of the soft skin leaving him, feeling the bed dip as Ted got up. He did not look up again until a soft slap on his covered thigh made him so, staring into the smirking face of his friend.
"Ya're coming?"
And who was he to be asked twice?
"Mike?"
"Hmm…?"
The young brunette lay on his stomach, face buried in a pillow, eyes shut tight, hair ruffed up from the night, sheets barely covering his naked form, the white contrasting with his mildly tanned, silky skin.
He and Stephen had spent the last four evenings and nights after their first official date together, going out to dinner together, enjoying movies together, going clubbing together and every single time they had ended up in Mike's hotelroom. To say that the sex was mind-blowing would have been an understatement in Mike's eyes… it was breath-taking, intense, something he had not had in a long time. Could have been because his mind had always been too screwed up due to the drugs, the feelings in most of his body-parts barely making it to his brain, his visoon mostly blurred, his senses numb?
Fact was that ever since he had stopped using, he felt alive again, felt all those things he had been too stoned to to realize before, the tingling in his spine, the curling of his toes, the heat in the pit of his stomach, the shivers running through his body. It was all back… and Stephen made him enjoy each and every part of his body again.
Cracking an eyes open, he turned his head to the side, glancing at his older, much taller lover, the cream-white skin glistening with sweat in the mild sunlight as he stood in front of the curtains. The expression on the red-heads face made him frown, his eyes cold, his lips pressed together, the muscles in his arms flexing as he held up a bottle of pills.
"What's that?"
Mike instantly shut up in the bed, covers gliding down his sweaty skin revealing his completely naked form as his eyes widened and his lips parted to speak.
"I… it's…"
Stephen arched a brow, a sigh of frustration, of disappointment emitting from his throat as he shook his head, raking his free hand through his fluffy hair.
"Ya know… I thought ya're tellin me the truth… I though ya'd stopped…"
"I did… it's… those are prescribed… I had some problems with my back after Raw and the trainer gave me those. I… I haven't even touched them yet. You can count them…"
Raising his head up to lock eyes with the brunette, Stephen saw the sincerity in them, saw that he was speaking the truth, the quivering of Mike's full and pouting lips speaking for themselves. He was nothing more than a scared little boy in his eyes right now, a boy who was afraid to lose him, to lose their friendship, lose his trust.
Sighing again, Stephen nodded, taking a last glimpse at the bottle before placing it back on top of the younger mans bag, where he had found it after searching for a shirt to throw him to wear. Walking back over to the bed, he let himself plop down, cupping Mike's chin with one of his large palms, a soft smile spreading on his lips as he looked him in the eyes.
"Ah'm sorry… Ah shouldn't have thought that ya… well… that ya use again."
Mike shook his head, trying to hold back the tears forming in his eyes, sniffling a few times before he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"I… it's okay. You have every right not to trust me… with my past and all… I just… I really wanna change… but I need you to… well… to have my back, to believe in me, to succeed."
The slight smile turned into a bigger one as Stephen leaned down to brush his lips over those of the brunette's, his red stubbles tickling Mike's chin as he whispered.
"I believe ya… and I trust ya…"
To prove his faith, he laid a gentle and heart-warming kiss onto the young man's lips, smiling into it as his hand held a careful grip on Mike's chin, his other hand running over Mike's torso to his side, up and down, the moan escaping the brunette's lips showing him how much he enjoyed his touch.
Breaking away, he licked his lips, smirking at the pleased expression on his lovers face, the lits fluttering open again, a content smile on those full lips, bright brown eyes sparkling back at him, cheeks slightly flushed. In one swift motion, Mike had his arms around Stephen's neck, letting himself fall back down onto the bed, pulling Stephen on top of him, their bare chests colliding, semi-hard cocks brushing against each other.
Still the same day, different location, as Ted and Cody were on their way to a houseshow together, the trip in the car a welcome change to the usual boring and painful flights, Cody's legs stretched out in the front while Ted was driving. Though focusing on the streets, Ted gave Cody sideward glances every now and then, watching as the young man flipped through his Ipod, humming with whatever song was on, a satisfied, content smile on his lips, leaning against the window of the passengers-side.
He was glad to see his friend smile, even more since he knew it was his accomplishment. Yesterday at around the same time, he would have never imagined the things that had happened last night, not even in his wildest on most vivid dreams, a smirk crossing his lips as he thought back to it.
Actually, he only wanted to make Cody feel better, be him a good friend, cheer him up, listen to him and help him through his break-up, but when Cody had asked him to make him forget, to sleep with him, he had thrown all doubts and worries aside for that one moment of pure bliss. That it had repeated itself a few more times until the early morning hours had more or less been Cody's initiations, but Ted had not even tried to stop him since after the first time he had filled him, the first time those sinful, plump lips had screamed his name in pure ecstasy, he had realized that it was what he wanted, what he needed, what he had craved for the whole time.
He had not slept a lot last night, watching Cody's pleased and peaceful features while he had drifted off to sleep, before thinking about what had happened, thinking about those past weeks. Cody had been there when he and Mike had broke up, he had cheered him up, he had always been by his side, had always stood up for him. God bless him that he had never given up, even when Ted had shoved him away during his relationship with Mike.
Ted had to chuckle at that last thought… relationship, yeah… it had rather been a farce, a one sided love-sickness, a blindness from how he saw it now. However, Cody had been persistent -as well as Randy- in sticking with him as a friend. Honestly, while he had thought about their situation last night, he had realized what an idiot he really had been not to see how perfect Cody would be for him earlier. They had been friends for what felt like forever, had always considered themselves being soulmates, had always cheered each other up, talked about everything and anything on their minds
What else could you ask for in a partner? He had just never looked further than their friendship, had never even thought of the possibility of having more than just that, of feeling more than just that. Until the last few weeks. He had felt it rising in him already, had known that deep down inside he had those feelings for Cody that went beyond just being friends; the numerous occasions when just a simple touch of Cody had set him on fire had proven it to him -the basketball-game, the massage only two of them.
When he had seen the doubt, the worries, the fear in Cody's eyes this morning, he knew that he wanted to give it a try. Never in his whole life had he wanted anything as much as that. He just wanted to kiss all the worries and fears of the younger man away, just wanted to hold him then and there, to make him feel better and he could even see himself doing that for a long, long time… if not for the rest of his life.
Pulling into the parking lot of the arena, he could see Cody visibly tense, could see him starting to chew on his lips, a sure sign that he was nervous. The blond reached for the younger mans hand, squeezing it slightly, making Cody turn to face him, the warm smile on Ted's lips soothing the brunette.
"We'll keep it… secret for now, okay? No need to show or tell anyone that… we're seeing each other."
A huge sigh of relief escaped Cody's lips before he could stop it, only making Ted chuckle at him, shaking his head. Turning to look outside, scanning the parking-lot, the blond checked if they were alone before leaning over to the brunette and gently kissing the corner of his lips, squeezing the large palm in his hand once again as he whispered.
"Slow… we'll take it slow."
Cody just nodded his head, the slight blush creeping his cheeks showing Ted how unsure he still was about their situation, about their newfound feelings, their relationship. Taking another deep breath, Cody sat up straight in the car, returning the squeeze as he locked eyes with Ted, managing a soft smile.
"Thanks… for everything… really Ted, I mean it."
The blond only shook his head, giving him a heart-warming smile in return, leaning down to brush his nose over the rosé cheek, breath tickling the soft skin behind Cody's ear as he whispered.
"It was nothing but my pleasure."
For Cody it had all been a dream. The past 24 hours like a blur to him, though a good one. From the moment Ted had returned his kiss last evening to their kiss just now he had barely gotten any word out, afraid that if he spoke, the dream would end again. In all honesty, he was not sure if he really wanted a relationship again -only a week after the disastrous end with John- but he wanted to take the risk.
He knew that Ted would never ever hurt him, not willingly at least, that Ted would do anything to make him happy, that he would always stand by his side, right behind him. That was the good part about dating a friend; they knew each other like no one else, they knew how to cheer the other one up, knew that they could talk about anything and everything, knew that the other one would always be there for him.
What bothered him though was that after all those relationships he had been in over the past years, after all the times he had been used and abused, all the times he had been hurt, he did not want to fall for someone that fast and that hard again. Even though Ted was his best friend and he knew he could trust him, he was still a fragile little boy inside, scared to get hurt again.
And even though he was sure about his feelings for Ted -after all he had thought about it the whole past week instead of wondering about John- he could not get himself to admit it openly, to everyone else, not yet at least. That had been the reason why he had gotten so tense as soon as the arena came in sight. He did not want anyone to know, not yet.
What would they think about him if he showed up hand in hand, kissing, with Ted only a week after he had broken up with John? Clearly, they would agree with his ex, would call Cody by what he felt like right now, a whore, a tramp, nothing else, nothing more or less. Jumping into bed only days after you've ended things with your partner would prove John right and would actually do nothing more than to drown him even more. He should have thought about that before last night, but… it had felt just too good, too right to stop it.
Sunday morning, the day Randy had to leave again, was one of the hardest for Jake so far. After those past five days, he barely wanted to let go of the older man after they had woken up. Holding onto him with arms and legs, he enjoyed the last few hours that he had with him, worshipping the muscular body of his love, each and every inch of it with butterfly kisses.
Even though Randy had a flight to catch in a few hours, he had been in no hurry, their lovemaking that morning slow and sensual, gentle and intense, their lips only parting when one of them had to catch his breath. The dark-tanned man had stayed buried deep inside of the blond even after they had collapsed in a heap of arms and legs, both exhausted, sweating and panting, their eyes closing for they needed to gain back their control.
Randy had waited until the last minute till finally saying good-bye, their kiss lingering longer than he had planned to, Jake's arms staying tightly wrapped around his neck until Randy managed to pull away, pecking him for a last time before throwing the duffel-bag into his rental and driving off.
Thankfully for him, Jake had therapy an hour later, something to distract himself, but as soon as he came back home that afternoon, he took in the defeating silence, the loneliness, the boredom, his mind going numb. He tried to get over it by telling himself that Randy would be back in two weeks, that they would talk to each other every single day, twice, like always, that as soon as they saw each other again, Randy would make it up to him, that it did not take that long anymore until he could go back on the road, too, but nothing really helped.
By the time Randy finally called in the evening, he had cleaned the whole house, had done the laundry, had even planted some new flowers in his backyard. Exhausted and tired, he lay on his couch, one arm hanging down while he held the phone close to his ear with the other one, listening to Randy's soothing voice as he told him about his day.
It was a habit they had come up with the first time Randy had gone on the road without him, it made it easier to avoid the topic of being alone, of missing the other one, but the unusual silence on the other end made Randy aware of the state his lover was in. After he finished his descriptions of the day's activities and happenings, he rested his head on the pillow behind him, staring at the ceiling, taking a deep breath.
"Baby?"
"Uhmmm…?"
Even his humming had an edge of sadness to it, Randy raking a palm over his face as he glanced over at the alarm on his nightstand.
"I miss you."
He could not see the small smile on Jake's lips nor could he see the short flicker in his eyes at the sound of his words, but he could hear the soft sigh emitting from his younger lovers throat.
"I miss you, too… I… it's lonely without you."
"I know." Propping himself up on his elbows, Randy put the phone between his ear and his shoulder, eyes fixating on the TV opposite to the bed. "I'll be back before you even realize that I'm gone."
"Too late."
The older man knew what that meant, his blond lover depending so much on him that it sometimes scared him. Letting another sigh escape his lips, Randy sat up straight, crossing his legs in front of him as he took the phone back into his hand.
"Babe… how about you go out with some of your friends? Go partying… enjoy your young life… do something you like… You've so many friends around you, I'm sure they already miss hanging out with you."
"I know…"
Jake also sat up again, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand as he chewed his lips, glancing over at the door.
"But… they're not you…"
"Jake, please… you're killing me here. What if I ever get injured? What if we one day will be on different brands? You can't always expect me to spend every single spare minute with you… as much as I love you and miss you and as much as I like spending my time with you, but you gotta… you have to go out alone every now and then, you have to enjoy yourself as much as possible. You can't just sit at home and mope around the whole day only because I'm not there."
Randy's frustration with him started to grow and Jake could hear it in the older man's voice that he was already doing his best to stay calm, to not snap at him. It inked Randy that his lover could not just be happy and content with their situation, with their relationship, that he always found something to complain about, to whine about, that he never seemed to get enough.
Jake knew he was slowly starting to piss his lover off, that his behavior started to get on the older mans nerves. He wished he could just be happy with what he had, but the emptiness in his heart whenever Randy was not around did not want to fade.
"I'm sorry… I just…" The blond laid his head back onto the edge of the couch, staring at the ceiling as a tear rolled down his cheek, his free hand running through his hair. "I'm sorry… okay… I'll call one of the boys and ask him to come over… I'm sure someone has time… and you… you go to bed and sleep. You must be exhausted by now."
He could hear the soft sigh Randy gave, could almost imagine him closing his eyes and nod as the elder mans voice ringed through the phone.
"I really miss you, Jake… we'll talk in the morning again, okay?"
Cracking a small smile, Jake nodded and stretched his legs out, wincing a bit at the pain in his ankle when he unconsciously moved it to place it on the table in front of him.
"Okay… I love you… sleep well."
"Love you, too, babe. Bye."
His own "bye" fell on deaf ears as Randy had already shut his phone off, placing it on the nightstand next to him. He, as well as his blond lover barely slept that night -one because he could not fall asleep without his love in his arms, the other because he was thinking about their relationship, their love.
It was after Raw that they had gone out, dancing, partying, and relaxing as usual. Mexico was no different from the USA. Even though Mike and Stephen were trying to keep their relationship a secret as long as none of them knew for how long it would last and if it would last at all, no one could deny the chemistry between them that night, the glances they shot another full of lust and heat, the "accidental" touches between them visible for everyone who had a set of healthy eyes.
Hours into their night out, Mike was leaning against the bar, forth or fifth beer in his hand as he scanned the club for his man, his eyes roaming first the bar, then the booth', then the dance floor, finding the tall Irishman dancing with none other than Morrison. Growling low in his throat, he clenched his jaw, the grip on his beer inadvertently tightening as he watched the brunette grind against his man, the rhythm completely forgotten as it looked more like dry fucking than anything else.
He could make out Stephen's hands on the lower back of his long-time partner, could see Morrison's hands on Stephen's ass, pulling him into his groin, could see Stephen's tongue snaking out every now and then, could even make out the gleam in Morrison's eyes as he wriggled his hips against the older man.
Okay, seeing that Morrison along with Randy, Adam and John were the only ones in the club being into guys… asides from himself and Stephen of course, it was not really surprising that Stephen had chosen him to dance with, but this was seriously going too far for his likings. As soon as the song was over, Mike slammed some dollar notes onto the bar and stormed towards the bathroom, not even caring that the people he shoved some people on his way there, not even caring that a pair of deep green eyes followed him all the way until he slammed the door shut behind him.
Sending the only other guy in the bathroom a boring glare, the young man retreated without even drying his hands. Raking his hands over his face, Mike shook his head, trying to calm himself down. He was not the jealous asshole from a few months ago anymore, he knew he could not go back to his old behavior, he needed to tell himself that this was no reason to snap, but the rage inside of him, the demon inside of him was stronger than his rationality as he slammed his fist into the wall, just in the exact moment as Stephen entered the room.
"Ya know… hurting yar fist isn't really a good plan."
Mike clearly was not in the mood for jokes, snapping around to come face to face with his lover, getting on his toes so to actually look him in the eyes, face flushed with anger, eyes filling with tears, fists clenching at his sides.
"Don't… fucking… play with me!"
"Ah don't."
"Oh yeah? And what was that with Morrison out there? The dry humping? You almost fucked him right there on the dance floor and you have the guts to tell me you aren't playing? Bullshit, Stephen… pure bullshit."
By now the only thing he had managed was to get a smirk onto the redheads lips, furthering his rage even more as he listened to the low chuckle escaping his lovers lips, the tall mans arms crossed in front of the heavy chest as he shook his head.
"Ya're haluzinating, darling… that was nowthing…"
His hand came up quickly, going for a slap, the cocky attitude of his lover being too much for him to handle, but he was stopped mid-air by the large palm grabbing his wrist. Before he even knew it, Stephen had pushed him into one of the stalls and into the wall, growling as he lowered his head to come nose-to-nose with the brunette.
"Did ya just wanna slap me, Mikey?"
The younger man was struggling against the tight grip his lover had on his wrist, wanting to get free, his anger and frustration never fading, cheeks beat-red from the fury in him as he glared daggers into the taller man.
"Fuck you, Stephen… you were… fuck… you were playing with me the whole time, huh? You wanted to screw Morrison tonight. Why don't you just admit it, damnit?"
Stephen groaned, shaking his head as he let go of Mike's wrist, his arm slumping down to his side as he ran his other hand over his face.
"Darn, Mike… Ah wasn't doin anathing… we danced, that's all… ya're really interpreting too much into this. Sure, he was grinding against mah, but ya were the one saying we are keeping it a secret… ya were the one not wanting anyone ta know… What do ya wanted me to do? Just dance alone? Common, Mikey… it was nothing mow than dancing… ya know that, ya know that damn well."
He was more frustrated with Mike than anything else, not wanting to believe that Mike thought that low of him, that the younger man actually expected him to screw someone like Morrison, to cheat on him at all. He watched Mike's expression change; his features soften again, the young man crossing his arms over his chest more in an act of defence than anger as he turned his head away.
Stephen took the chance to step forward until he had the brunette trapped in between himself and the toilet, grabbing his chin carefully, but firmly to turn his head up. Locking eyes, he sent him a soft smile, shaking his head.
"Ah'm not ya, Mikey… Ah dun cheat on ma boy… Ah dun fuck around while ma boy's waitin fow me at home. Only because ya did that in yar relationship, dun mean that ah'll do the same."
Now that actually stung, the tears coming back to Mike's eyes as he shook his head free from the stronger man's grip, sniffling as he tried to push past him, but Stephen's hands came up again to grab his forearms, holding him in place.
"Asshole…"
"Am ah?"
The young man nodded slowly, still refusing to look at his lover but feeling the strong palms loosen their grip on his arms, instead rubbing them. He could feel the warm breath ghosting over his cheek, then over his ear, could smell the faint scent of vanilla radiating through the air, could feel the rough stubbles of Stephens beard scratching over his cheek.
"Ah dun cheat on ya… and ya know that… and still ya dun trust ma… why not?"
He had to swallow hard not to lose his last strain of control, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall, closing his eyes for a moment to calm himself enough to face his lover, looking into the lust-blown green pearls as he spoke.
"Cause… I need you… I… am afraid to lose you."
Even though he knew the answer before even asking, Stephen had to smile at the confession, leaning down again to gently kiss the younger mans lips, murmuring against them.
"Ah'm not going anywhere, Mikey."
Deepening the kiss, his hands pushing Mike further against the toilet until his knees hit it and he fell onto it, Stephen slowly felt the younger man relax, could even hear a faint moan leaving his throat at the force behind his actions. As he slid his tongue into Mike's mouth, exploring, tasting, feeling, fighting, his hands started to roam the brunette's torso, even the slight brush over his covered nibbles making Mike arch his hips up and making him shiver, an effect Stephen's hands always had on him, no matter where they were.
Neither of them cared that the door of the bathroom had already opened and closed at least five times, neither of them cared that someone could hear them, could actually walk in on them, that someone might find them entangled in a heap of body-parts as this moment it was just the two of them.
Making quick work of his own zipper, Mike hastily raised his hips to slide his jeans and his boxers down before doing the same with Stephen's, the guttural groan emitting from the elder man's throat reverberating in his throat as their lips stayed fused for the time being, Stephen's hands firmly holding onto Mike's waist while the younger man did the work, as soon as the pants were lowered taking hold of the creamy white dick, jacking it slowly.
Stephen's hands soon came up to brace himself against the wall over Mike's head, the younger mans head tilted backwards as their tongue fought each other, the pants and groans emitting both throats echoing through the whole bathroom. It did not take long for the skilled fingers to work Stephen into full hardness, slicking the thick cock up with the precum leaking out of the slit.
The brunette was more than tempted to taste him right then and there, but neither of them was in the mood for a long foreplay seeing the place they were in. The thread of them getting caught turned them both on even more and aside from that, the throbbing dick in his hand and those sinful noises escaping his lovers lips in-between their kisses were enough to make Mike painfully hard.
Pulling away for some breath, Stephen rested his head on Mike's shoulder, nibbling and biting the earlobe instead while his hips thrusted through the tight tunnel of Mike's fist, already feeling the warmth rising in the pit of his stomach. He could sense Mike's hand pulling away and looking down was able to take a glimpse at the writhing beauty beneath him just as he got up from his seat and -given the space he had to work with- slowly turned around, bracing himself against the wall, rubbing his ass against Stephen's throbbing shaft.
Growling low in his throat, the Irishman let one hand slide down to the pert and ample cheeks, squeezing the left one hard eliciting a low whine from his younger lover as he licked a stripe up from his neck to his ear, husking.
"Ah won't fuck ya without prep, babe… no way…"
Pushing back again against the hard dick, Mike wriggled his hips, looking back over his shoulder and the fire in his eyes almost set the older man off.
"Please…"
It came out more as a whine than as a command, Stephens hand firmly kneading the hard buttocks before he let himself slide between them, watching his cock run up and down the slit, his sensitive head circling the tiny, red pucker, licking his lips hungrily in anticipation before locking eyes with his lover again, capturing his lips in a rough and needy kiss in the same time as he searched forward, breaching the tight ring of muscles in one go, diving straight in to the hilt and swallowing down the cry of pain from his love.
His eyes fluttering close, Mike's head turning back to face the wall again, he rested his forehead on the young man's shoulder, taking a few deep breaths to keep himself from coming immediately, those hot walls holding him in a vice-grip, even tighter than usual, the burning friction of the unprepped hole making it hard for him to not just pummel into the brunette.
Bracing his head against an arm, Mike swallowed hard, biting down on his lip as he tried to block out the searing pain. It was bearable, an almost pleasing sort of pain, the long throbbing dick pulsing inside of him, filling him fully. As he got used to the intrusion, the brunette slowly started to rock his hips back into Stephen's, giving him the sign to move.
The only sounds emitting from the usually vocal, loud couple were the moans, groans and pants that filled the air as Stephen set a hard and fast pace, his strong palms firmly holding onto Mike's hips as he thrusted in and out of him, deep, deeper, deepest, the walls surrounding them, underneath Mike's fingertips, rocking with the force of the powerful slams.
The brunette's eyes were scrunched shut as he concentrated on his other senses, the sounds of skin slapping against skin, the scent of vanilla mixing with the manly scent of sweat, the large palms holding him tightly, the hot breath ghosting over his neck as the redhead peppered his skin with kisses, the feeling of being so completely filled, the sharp, stinging pain in his lower back every time Stephen withdrew and hammered back into him.
Stephen's eyes stayed open, first watching his throbbing shaft appear and disappear in that tight, sore hole, then looking back up at the back of Mike's head before he leaned down to leave a trail of kisses on the young mans neck and shoulders all the while his pace increasing until he could feel the familiar coil rising inside of him and his hips jackhammered furiously into the man in front of him, his lover, his mate, his boy; one hand leaving the stalwart thighs and slithering around to the neglected cock, firmly jacking it in timing with his thrusts.
Before Mike could find his release, he heard the guttural groan from his lover, felt the grip on his own cock tightening, the thrusts slowing down as the sweat-soaked shirt collided with his back. The sweet scent of their mingling, the hot ribbons filling him, leaking out of him, running down his thighs, the warm, steady breathing against his cheek and the tight fist pumping his throbbing dick were enough to set his own orgasm off and he had to bite into his arm hard to stifle the scream of pleasure escaping him as his hips bucked forward uncontrollably, the hot, white spurts decorating the wall in front of him as his weeks went weak.
Spent, exhausted, limp, they stayed like that for a few minutes until their breathing was back to normal, their heartbeat steady again, Stephen's length slipping out of the abused hole with a slurping noise. Without a word, he reached for the toilet paper next to him, first cleaning off his hand before devoting his attention to his lover, carefully wiping away the spurts of cum coating his thighs and his cheeks, all the while holding eye contact with the brunette, content and pleased smile gracing their features.
After he was done, Stephen pulled his lovers jeans back up, tucking him in before doing the same with his own clothing, leaning down to brush his lips over the brunette's and whispering.
"See… ah'm right here and not going anywhere… eva."
Tuesday morning, Jake's waiting was fruitless. Randy did not call. The last two calls Monday morning and evening had been short, too short for his likings as Randy had been busy, according to what he had said at least. The frustration and worries inside of him grew bigger and louder that morning than they had been ever before.
It was not that he did not trust his lover, he did, he tried to, he really tried to; but his own past and Randy's past were not exactly helpful. He was not worried that Randy might find someone else to replace him with, he was scared to lose him… just as he had lost her.
It had been six years ago, six long and unforgiving years. She had been the only woman he had ever loved that strongly, the only person he had ever loved with all his heart -before Randy came into his life. The day they had decided to move in together had been the day he had proposed to her, one of the happiest days in his whole life. It was only topped by the day she told him that they were getting a baby.
Everything had been taken care of, had been prepared. The room for their baby was already decorated, the name chosen -it was going to be a boy- clothes bought, money saved. They could not have been any happier. She was the perfect girl in his eyes, gorgeous, funny, caring, smart. She had everything he had ever dreamed of.
The day it happened -a month before the baby would have been born- the world crashed down onto him. She had been on her way to the doctor when another car did not stop at the red lights, driving right into their black Porsche Camero with such a force that she was already dead by the time the ambulance made it there. They could not do anything for her, or for the baby.
It had messed up his whole life, ruined it. He blamed himself for not being in that car with her. He would have seen the other driver coming, he would have warned her, would have taken the most of the crash. Maybe it would have been him to die that day and not her; it could have saved her and the baby.
It had taken him two years to get out of his hole again, two years to forgive himself for not being with her that day, two years to move on, to go out again, two years to finally start living again.
Every now and then, he would still see her angelic face when he closed her eyes, could still feel her soft skin on his, her silken lips. He could still imagine her, two days before he had left for the tour, with that bright smile of hers, one hand on the baby-belly while she waved at him, sending him an air-kiss.
Tears where clouding his vision as he remembered that day so clearly. He should have stayed there with her. He should have been the one driving her to the doctor, should have been the one dying. Everything would have been so much easier.
The day he had first met Randy, all his thoughts of her had come crushing back down on him, all the memories came back to his mind. However, he had tried to push them aside. Every minute he had spent with Randy, every second had felt like heaven, just like it had with her. But with their growing feelings, their relationship getting more serious every passing day, their love rising, his worries came back again. Worries of letting Randy alone, of not being there with him.
What if something happened to him and he was not there? What if he got hurt… if he died even and Jake once again would not be by his side? He did not know if he could get through something like that once again, he did not know if he was strong enough to survive a situation like that another time.
He knew he was getting on the older mans nerves with his constant worrying, with him pampering him, with him almost choking the air out of him whenever they were not together. He knew he should just tell him, but he was afraid that once Randy knew the reason behind his worries, he would finally see how weak he truly was and everyone knew that Randy Orton despised weakness, despised those who were not strong enough.
It was definitely a lose-lose situation he was in. Either he could keep pushing Randy away with his constant bitching, whining and worrying… or he could tell him and watch him walk out of his life for good. None of it was what he wanted and both if it was what he dreaded.
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