Cross Your Heart (8/??)
Title: Cross Your Heart 8/?
Pairing: Centon/Candy
Summary: When Cody catches two of the WWE's premiere superstars in a...ahem, compromising position, he finds himself in a bit of a tense situation, not to mention finds himself on the Legend Killer's bad side. Takes place in 2007, back during Cody's debut.
Disclaimer: Do not own anyone
Rating: NC-17
A/n: does someone need links? God i really hate posting those. If ya need a link, go to profile. my apologies but im crazy lazy :P also, just cause i wanna post this somewhere: i just got a call from IWU concerning my future college career. Nice place too. Killer english dept. And now im super excited!!
Randy pushed ahead of John, practically running into the building, eagerly making his way through the long winding hallways in search of the young brunette he couldn't manage to get out of his head.
He could hear John shouting behind him to wait up, but honestly, he couldn't give a shit at the moment. Four days. Four unbelievably long days since he'd last seen Cody. It had been entirely too long since he'd heard his voice, seen his gappy little smile, felt his smooth tan skin underneath his fingers. And Randy couldn't get to catering fast enough.
"Rand! Hold up babe. Jesus, if you were that hungry we coulda' stopped earlier." Randy slowed his pace, allowing John to catch up, eyes frantically searching the large room for the younger man waiting for him.
Randy paused by the door, small smile working its way across his face at the sight of Cody sitting alone in the far corner, ravenously eating his fruit loops like it was his last meal on Earth.
"What's wrong?"
John's voice broke through the moment, snapping him back to reality like a rubber band. "Nothing. Why don't you grab us some coffee?" Randy found it difficult to leave the slight anger out of his tone, gaze never leaving the table across the room.
"Alright…you grab us a seat." John slowly walked towards the elaborate breakfast buffet, feeling slightly confused and a bit hurt at the way Randy had inexplicably snapped at him.
Randy glanced back at John's retreating form, quickly making his way across the room, hoping to make the few minutes he had count.
Cody looked up from his bowl as Randy stood over him, the smirk that seemed permanently attached to his face in full force. "Well?"
"I missed you."
Cody's eyebrows rose to his hairline, briefly looking around the room to make sure no one else was listening. "You…really?"
Randy nodded slightly, leaning down eye-level with Cody, quickly glancing back to his boyfriend across the room, "I want to kiss you so bad right now."
The shock morphed into a mixture of awe and affection, Cody's face lighting up at the admission. "Is that right? How about you come find me a little later and I'll take you up on that."
Randy's smirk grew wider, straightening up as he felt John's eyes on him. "After your match. Locker room?"
"See ya' then. Oh, hang on: one more thing," Randy watched as Cody stood from his chair, getting in Randy's face before shoving him away. "FUCK. YOU. RANDY!" Cody brushed past him, dumping his trash away before moving to a different table, visibly furious.
Randy had to fight to keep the smirk off his face, setting his features instead to look pissed off. Damn, that kid was good.
"What happened?" John asked as Randy snatched the chair nearest John away from the table, the harsh scrapping noise hurting his ears. "What'd you say?"
Randy plopped into the seat, snatching his drink out of the carrier, continuing the charade for John's benefit. "Nothing. Bitch is too sensitive. I oughta beat his ass one day."
"Right that'll help things." John blew on his coffee, rolling his eyes at his boyfriend's irritated posture. "Maybe you should try not being such a dick to people. See, this is why I can't have friends." The last sentence was said with more than a touch of bitterness, referring to how Cody had removed himself from John's life solely because of Randy.
"Whatever. You'll get over it." Randy growled, annoyed to find that John's nagging at him was triggering actual anger.
"Right," John muttered, sipping his drink. He brushed off the negative feelings towards his thickheaded boyfriend, mentally exclaiming as the news he meant to tell Randy earlier crossed his mind. "Oh! I forgot to tell you, guess who you're feuding with next?"
Randy leaned his head against his hand, trying in vain to resist blatantly staring at Cody from across the room. "Who?"
"C'mon…" John nudged Randy, trying to get a rise out of him, "guess. Bet you won't be able to."
"I don't know…" Randy muttered, annoyance showing through. "Maria."
John chuckled, "Uhh…no. Think bigger, taller, and with a much better ass."
Randy glanced back to John, raising an eyebrow at his expectant face, "You?"
That huge, dimpled grin broke across John's face, practically causing a glare with the way it lit up the room. "Yep. We'll even face each other at Summerslam. Isn't that great?"
Randy nodded absentmindedly, eyes focused on the table in the opposite corner from him, eyes glazed over with the veil of spacing out. In reality, his eyes were trained to Cody's lithe form, trying to pay attention to John's words when the only thing he wanted was to march over there and take him right then.
"…You know, I don't give a fuck what anyone says-I'm excited for this feud. How great is this going to be? You and me, finally getting a chance to duke it out in the ring? That match'll definitely be one for the ages. Rand?"
Randy snapped his gaze away from Cody, turning to face John, waiting expectantly. "What?"
"You weren't listening. Did you hear a word I said?" John asked, joking manner masking his worry.
"Yeah yeah…I heard. You're practically jizzing in your pants at the thought of me kicking your ass in the ring."
John broke into a wide smile, dimples showing, "Must you be so crass Randal? I mean was that really necessary?"
"You were thinking it, and we both know it. I'm just the one who had to say it." Randy offered a small smile in John's direction before turning away, continuing his task of staring at Cody, thoughts swarming about the younger man.
After the whispered admission from Cody that night in the locker room, both of them had mutually decided that it didn't matter if they had to sneak around in the middle of the night to see each other, as long as they were together, everything was right in the world.
Randy knew he should at least feel slightly remorseful of his actions. In all honesty, he was leading John on in the worst way, and he knew he should feel ashamed. But try as he might, he couldn't begin to consider ending things with either man. He'd been with John for years, tracing back to his first week in OVW, and he couldn't see a life without him. He was his polar opposite, the one person who could mellow him out, and still set him straight when he fucked up. On the other hand, the discovery that he felt something for Cody aside from lust may have shocked him to his core, but he liked it; hell, maybe even loved it.
He knew he loved John; that much was certain. But the thought that he could one day love Cody…that was too hard to ignore.
"Babe, you alright?"
John's soft inquiry broke him from his reverie, putting a stop to his rampantly racing thoughts…for the moment at least. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm gonna head over to the locker room, okay?"
John pushed back the need to pester his lover for answers, sensing he needed space. "Okay, I'll meet you there in a bit."
Randy rose from the table, walking out of the room lost in his thoughts, unaware of both sets of blue eyes following him out.
Randy looked up as Cody burst into the locker room, bracing himself against the locked door, still sweaty and panting from his match. He cleared his throat poignantly, gesturing to himself as if to say 'well I'm here now'.
Randy's face broke into an easy smile, rushing over and taking Cody's face in his hands, bending down to press a gentle kiss against his lips, mentally making a note to remember the feel of Cody's lips against his for the next time the were apart.
Cody pulled away first, looking up into Randy's face questioningly. "What's with the tenderness, Mr. Orton? You know that I fell for you because of the fact you were a dick, right?"
Randy chuckled once, pulling Cody across the room to sit on the bench next to him, "Don't you mean in spite of the fact? And don't complain; I missed you. If you want, I could decide to slap you around a little. Would that be better, Mr. Runnels?"
Cody offered a cheeky grin, "Let's save that for the bedroom. Now then," Cody swung his leg across Randy's lap, straddling him. "Are you free tonight?"
"I don't know," Randy muttered, biting his lip as he took in Cody's half naked form. "With the way you're grinding against my dick, I might have to make you do something right now. I'm not sure I can wait till after the show."
"Hmmm…" Cody moved down to plant a trail of kisses across Randy's collarbone, moving up to his neck, "I may have to take you up on that."
Randy sighed at the feather-like touches of Cody's lips against his skin, calling each bit of strength he had to push him away. "As much as I wish we could, I do have a match tonight." Randy smiled at the pout on Cody's lips, "Sorry, but I doubt you want your first time to be on the floor of the locker room, in the five minutes I have before I have to head to the Gorilla."
"Well…who said it had to be me on the receiving end?" Cody leaned forward, pressing his lips against Randy's, "I could fuck your tight ass again, Randy."
Randy ignored the stirring in his cock at the memories of his night with Cody, pushing him away as he scoffed lightly. "Not a chance Rhodes. Do you have any idea how hard I've wanted to fuck you this last week?"
Cody smirked up at him, reaching down to grab at Randy's half hard dick, "Uh, yeah. I think I have an idea."
Randy tensed at the feeling of pure pleasure that ran through his veins as Cody grasped his dick even tighter, the rough feeling of his trunks scraping his member making him that much harder.
"Fuck…You'd better plan on finishing what you're starting, Cody." Randy said, eyes following Cody down to the floor as he dropped to his knees, pulling Randy's trunks down to the ground.
"Don't worry Randy," Cody whispered, leaning eye-level to his cock, darting his tongue out for a taste before pulling away, "I plan on finishing."
Cody's voice positively dripped innuendo, his eyes lowering to half-mast as he lowered his mouth over Randy's dick, noisily suckling the head.
While it was true that Cody hadn't given head before, enthusiasm had to count for something, and if the noises falling from Randy's mouth indicated anything, he was better than he gave himself credit for.
"Fuck… Cody, shit. How in the hell have you never done this before," Randy moaned, hand moving upwards to thread through Cody's dark locks. "Shit."
Cody hummed a response around Randy's dick, wincing as his hand pulled at his hair tighter in response. He pushed against the resistance of his gag reflex, ignoring the strong urge as he took more of Randy's member in his throat, getting a little over halfway down before it became too much.
He pulled his mouth away, wrapping his hand tight around the shaft, leaning forward to suck on the head, hollowing out his cheeks, eager to hear more of Randy's moans. He bobbed his head slowly, taking an extra inch each downward stroke. The look of sheer bliss on Randy's face had him working faster, wanting to taste the warm cum he knew Randy was getting closer and closer to releasing.
He grasped Randy's erection tighter, dropping his head to his balls, licking and sucking at the sensitive skin, nearly losing it himself at the loud growl Randy let slip as he gently nibbled one.
"Shiiiiiittt…Cody. You're fucking killing me! Need to come, so bad…And you're gonna take it all aren't you Codes? Fuck, you're gonna drink it all, huh Cody?"
Cody nodded, humming his assurance from below him. He returned to his previous position, leaning back on his haunches as he moved his dick into his mouth, tracing the thick vein at the bottom with his tongue.
Cody couldn't handle those beautiful sounds anymore; he reached into his trunks, pulling his dick out with his other hand, quickly jacking his hard member in time with the bobs of his head.
Randy looked down and gasped, the sight of Cody jerking his dick, his face flushed, sweat dripping down his body, his lips red and swollen from the abuse, causing him to come right then, grunting Cody's name.
Cody closed his eyes tight as Randy came in his mouth, opening his throat to swallow every drop, jaw falling slack as his own orgasm hit him full force, coming hard in his hand.
The two of them sat there panting, unable to find two sentences to string together as they basked in the leftover heaven of their orgasms.
"You…God…" Randy started, wiping his forehead with his hands. "You will definitely be doing that a lot more."
Cody let out a breathless chuckle, grabbling Randy's waist to help pull him onto the bench. "Guess I'm gonna have to invest in some kneepads now, huh?"
Randy had kissed Cody goodbye, making his way down the hallway towards the curtain. Cody stayed behind in the locker room, forgoing a quick shower for pulling some sweats on, deciding to wait around until he and Randy could leave.
He had muttered his promise of meeting Cody at his car against his lips, hastily mentioning that John would have interviews and other media things to take care of after the show, so they were free to spend the night together.
Cody was pulling a shirt over his chest, when a knock on the door pulled him out of his thoughts, his eyes pulling together in confusion. If it was any of the other wrestlers he shared the room with, they'd have just come in…who could…
Cody's thought was cut off abruptly as John appeared, poking his head in the room quietly. "Hey. Mind if we talk for a second?"
He nodded his head yes, face showing his obvious confusion for what John could want with him. Oh no…he doesn't…?
Cody tried to quell the over-reacting thoughts swimming in his head. If John knew about him and Randy he sure as hell wouldn't have knocked.
"Thanks man," John said, slowly making his way into the room to the seat next to Cody.
Cody was hyperaware of each mark Randy'd left on his body in the last week, praying to God John didn't question the love bites or the stagnant smell of sex in the air. "What's up?"
John delayed a response, looking slightly embarrassed at whatever he felt the need to say. "Have you…have you talked to Randy lately?"
Cody forced himself to keep his cool and not fall to his knees and admit everything he'd done, crying and begging for John's forgiveness. "Umm…just this morning."
"That's all?"
Cody looked away, leftover feelings of shame returning, "Yeah. Why?"
"It's just…" John trailed off, looking around the room, "something's been up with him lately you know? He won't talk to me about it, and I was hoping…"
"No, I'm sorry," Cody said, conscious of how truly sorry he was, "I-I don't know what to tell you. He seems like his normal asshole self to me."
"Yeah you'd think so," John sighed, leaning back against the lockers, "but there's something wrong. Something he won't tell me. Cody, I feel like he's pulling away from me."
Cody knew if he looked John in the eyes he'd give himself away, "How so?"
John let out a deep breath, "Well…he was fine. But about a week ago, he just started getting kinda distant. Sure, he'd talk and all. But he looked like he wanted to just be gone. Like he'd rather be somewhere else," John's own eyes lowered to the floor, "or like he wanted to be with someone else. Cody you don't think he's pissed at me or something, do you?"
Cody bit his lip, not sure of what to say, "…No John. I-I don't think he's mad at you. There's probably just something bugging him."
John looked up at him hopefully, "You think so?"
Cody let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, nodding slowly.
"Thank you, Cody. I'm sorry I dumped my problems on you. I mean, especially since…" John trailed off, not sure if he should bring up whatever reason Cody had for wanting to stay away from him and Randy, unsure if he potentially crossed a line.
"No it's…fine. Don't worry about, John." Cody said, feeling as though God should strike him down and send him to hell right then. God, he was ashamed of himself. But not enough to put an end to anything…
"Thanks again man, I'll leave you alone now. Maybe I'll see you later?" John asked, leaving the decision to Cody.
"Yeah…yeah, I'd like that John." John offered a small smile on his way out the door, leaving Cody with his thoughts.
Cody sighed, burying his head in his hands.
Bring on the guilt.
Pairing: Centon/Candy
Summary: When Cody catches two of the WWE's premiere superstars in a...ahem, compromising position, he finds himself in a bit of a tense situation, not to mention finds himself on the Legend Killer's bad side. Takes place in 2007, back during Cody's debut.
Disclaimer: Do not own anyone
Rating: NC-17
A/n: does someone need links? God i really hate posting those. If ya need a link, go to profile. my apologies but im crazy lazy :P also, just cause i wanna post this somewhere: i just got a call from IWU concerning my future college career. Nice place too. Killer english dept. And now im super excited!!
Randy pushed ahead of John, practically running into the building, eagerly making his way through the long winding hallways in search of the young brunette he couldn't manage to get out of his head.
He could hear John shouting behind him to wait up, but honestly, he couldn't give a shit at the moment. Four days. Four unbelievably long days since he'd last seen Cody. It had been entirely too long since he'd heard his voice, seen his gappy little smile, felt his smooth tan skin underneath his fingers. And Randy couldn't get to catering fast enough.
"Rand! Hold up babe. Jesus, if you were that hungry we coulda' stopped earlier." Randy slowed his pace, allowing John to catch up, eyes frantically searching the large room for the younger man waiting for him.
Randy paused by the door, small smile working its way across his face at the sight of Cody sitting alone in the far corner, ravenously eating his fruit loops like it was his last meal on Earth.
"What's wrong?"
John's voice broke through the moment, snapping him back to reality like a rubber band. "Nothing. Why don't you grab us some coffee?" Randy found it difficult to leave the slight anger out of his tone, gaze never leaving the table across the room.
"Alright…you grab us a seat." John slowly walked towards the elaborate breakfast buffet, feeling slightly confused and a bit hurt at the way Randy had inexplicably snapped at him.
Randy glanced back at John's retreating form, quickly making his way across the room, hoping to make the few minutes he had count.
Cody looked up from his bowl as Randy stood over him, the smirk that seemed permanently attached to his face in full force. "Well?"
"I missed you."
Cody's eyebrows rose to his hairline, briefly looking around the room to make sure no one else was listening. "You…really?"
Randy nodded slightly, leaning down eye-level with Cody, quickly glancing back to his boyfriend across the room, "I want to kiss you so bad right now."
The shock morphed into a mixture of awe and affection, Cody's face lighting up at the admission. "Is that right? How about you come find me a little later and I'll take you up on that."
Randy's smirk grew wider, straightening up as he felt John's eyes on him. "After your match. Locker room?"
"See ya' then. Oh, hang on: one more thing," Randy watched as Cody stood from his chair, getting in Randy's face before shoving him away. "FUCK. YOU. RANDY!" Cody brushed past him, dumping his trash away before moving to a different table, visibly furious.
Randy had to fight to keep the smirk off his face, setting his features instead to look pissed off. Damn, that kid was good.
"What happened?" John asked as Randy snatched the chair nearest John away from the table, the harsh scrapping noise hurting his ears. "What'd you say?"
Randy plopped into the seat, snatching his drink out of the carrier, continuing the charade for John's benefit. "Nothing. Bitch is too sensitive. I oughta beat his ass one day."
"Right that'll help things." John blew on his coffee, rolling his eyes at his boyfriend's irritated posture. "Maybe you should try not being such a dick to people. See, this is why I can't have friends." The last sentence was said with more than a touch of bitterness, referring to how Cody had removed himself from John's life solely because of Randy.
"Whatever. You'll get over it." Randy growled, annoyed to find that John's nagging at him was triggering actual anger.
"Right," John muttered, sipping his drink. He brushed off the negative feelings towards his thickheaded boyfriend, mentally exclaiming as the news he meant to tell Randy earlier crossed his mind. "Oh! I forgot to tell you, guess who you're feuding with next?"
Randy leaned his head against his hand, trying in vain to resist blatantly staring at Cody from across the room. "Who?"
"C'mon…" John nudged Randy, trying to get a rise out of him, "guess. Bet you won't be able to."
"I don't know…" Randy muttered, annoyance showing through. "Maria."
John chuckled, "Uhh…no. Think bigger, taller, and with a much better ass."
Randy glanced back to John, raising an eyebrow at his expectant face, "You?"
That huge, dimpled grin broke across John's face, practically causing a glare with the way it lit up the room. "Yep. We'll even face each other at Summerslam. Isn't that great?"
Randy nodded absentmindedly, eyes focused on the table in the opposite corner from him, eyes glazed over with the veil of spacing out. In reality, his eyes were trained to Cody's lithe form, trying to pay attention to John's words when the only thing he wanted was to march over there and take him right then.
"…You know, I don't give a fuck what anyone says-I'm excited for this feud. How great is this going to be? You and me, finally getting a chance to duke it out in the ring? That match'll definitely be one for the ages. Rand?"
Randy snapped his gaze away from Cody, turning to face John, waiting expectantly. "What?"
"You weren't listening. Did you hear a word I said?" John asked, joking manner masking his worry.
"Yeah yeah…I heard. You're practically jizzing in your pants at the thought of me kicking your ass in the ring."
John broke into a wide smile, dimples showing, "Must you be so crass Randal? I mean was that really necessary?"
"You were thinking it, and we both know it. I'm just the one who had to say it." Randy offered a small smile in John's direction before turning away, continuing his task of staring at Cody, thoughts swarming about the younger man.
After the whispered admission from Cody that night in the locker room, both of them had mutually decided that it didn't matter if they had to sneak around in the middle of the night to see each other, as long as they were together, everything was right in the world.
Randy knew he should at least feel slightly remorseful of his actions. In all honesty, he was leading John on in the worst way, and he knew he should feel ashamed. But try as he might, he couldn't begin to consider ending things with either man. He'd been with John for years, tracing back to his first week in OVW, and he couldn't see a life without him. He was his polar opposite, the one person who could mellow him out, and still set him straight when he fucked up. On the other hand, the discovery that he felt something for Cody aside from lust may have shocked him to his core, but he liked it; hell, maybe even loved it.
He knew he loved John; that much was certain. But the thought that he could one day love Cody…that was too hard to ignore.
"Babe, you alright?"
John's soft inquiry broke him from his reverie, putting a stop to his rampantly racing thoughts…for the moment at least. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm gonna head over to the locker room, okay?"
John pushed back the need to pester his lover for answers, sensing he needed space. "Okay, I'll meet you there in a bit."
Randy rose from the table, walking out of the room lost in his thoughts, unaware of both sets of blue eyes following him out.
Randy looked up as Cody burst into the locker room, bracing himself against the locked door, still sweaty and panting from his match. He cleared his throat poignantly, gesturing to himself as if to say 'well I'm here now'.
Randy's face broke into an easy smile, rushing over and taking Cody's face in his hands, bending down to press a gentle kiss against his lips, mentally making a note to remember the feel of Cody's lips against his for the next time the were apart.
Cody pulled away first, looking up into Randy's face questioningly. "What's with the tenderness, Mr. Orton? You know that I fell for you because of the fact you were a dick, right?"
Randy chuckled once, pulling Cody across the room to sit on the bench next to him, "Don't you mean in spite of the fact? And don't complain; I missed you. If you want, I could decide to slap you around a little. Would that be better, Mr. Runnels?"
Cody offered a cheeky grin, "Let's save that for the bedroom. Now then," Cody swung his leg across Randy's lap, straddling him. "Are you free tonight?"
"I don't know," Randy muttered, biting his lip as he took in Cody's half naked form. "With the way you're grinding against my dick, I might have to make you do something right now. I'm not sure I can wait till after the show."
"Hmmm…" Cody moved down to plant a trail of kisses across Randy's collarbone, moving up to his neck, "I may have to take you up on that."
Randy sighed at the feather-like touches of Cody's lips against his skin, calling each bit of strength he had to push him away. "As much as I wish we could, I do have a match tonight." Randy smiled at the pout on Cody's lips, "Sorry, but I doubt you want your first time to be on the floor of the locker room, in the five minutes I have before I have to head to the Gorilla."
"Well…who said it had to be me on the receiving end?" Cody leaned forward, pressing his lips against Randy's, "I could fuck your tight ass again, Randy."
Randy ignored the stirring in his cock at the memories of his night with Cody, pushing him away as he scoffed lightly. "Not a chance Rhodes. Do you have any idea how hard I've wanted to fuck you this last week?"
Cody smirked up at him, reaching down to grab at Randy's half hard dick, "Uh, yeah. I think I have an idea."
Randy tensed at the feeling of pure pleasure that ran through his veins as Cody grasped his dick even tighter, the rough feeling of his trunks scraping his member making him that much harder.
"Fuck…You'd better plan on finishing what you're starting, Cody." Randy said, eyes following Cody down to the floor as he dropped to his knees, pulling Randy's trunks down to the ground.
"Don't worry Randy," Cody whispered, leaning eye-level to his cock, darting his tongue out for a taste before pulling away, "I plan on finishing."
Cody's voice positively dripped innuendo, his eyes lowering to half-mast as he lowered his mouth over Randy's dick, noisily suckling the head.
While it was true that Cody hadn't given head before, enthusiasm had to count for something, and if the noises falling from Randy's mouth indicated anything, he was better than he gave himself credit for.
"Fuck… Cody, shit. How in the hell have you never done this before," Randy moaned, hand moving upwards to thread through Cody's dark locks. "Shit."
Cody hummed a response around Randy's dick, wincing as his hand pulled at his hair tighter in response. He pushed against the resistance of his gag reflex, ignoring the strong urge as he took more of Randy's member in his throat, getting a little over halfway down before it became too much.
He pulled his mouth away, wrapping his hand tight around the shaft, leaning forward to suck on the head, hollowing out his cheeks, eager to hear more of Randy's moans. He bobbed his head slowly, taking an extra inch each downward stroke. The look of sheer bliss on Randy's face had him working faster, wanting to taste the warm cum he knew Randy was getting closer and closer to releasing.
He grasped Randy's erection tighter, dropping his head to his balls, licking and sucking at the sensitive skin, nearly losing it himself at the loud growl Randy let slip as he gently nibbled one.
"Shiiiiiittt…Cody. You're fucking killing me! Need to come, so bad…And you're gonna take it all aren't you Codes? Fuck, you're gonna drink it all, huh Cody?"
Cody nodded, humming his assurance from below him. He returned to his previous position, leaning back on his haunches as he moved his dick into his mouth, tracing the thick vein at the bottom with his tongue.
Cody couldn't handle those beautiful sounds anymore; he reached into his trunks, pulling his dick out with his other hand, quickly jacking his hard member in time with the bobs of his head.
Randy looked down and gasped, the sight of Cody jerking his dick, his face flushed, sweat dripping down his body, his lips red and swollen from the abuse, causing him to come right then, grunting Cody's name.
Cody closed his eyes tight as Randy came in his mouth, opening his throat to swallow every drop, jaw falling slack as his own orgasm hit him full force, coming hard in his hand.
The two of them sat there panting, unable to find two sentences to string together as they basked in the leftover heaven of their orgasms.
"You…God…" Randy started, wiping his forehead with his hands. "You will definitely be doing that a lot more."
Cody let out a breathless chuckle, grabbling Randy's waist to help pull him onto the bench. "Guess I'm gonna have to invest in some kneepads now, huh?"
Randy had kissed Cody goodbye, making his way down the hallway towards the curtain. Cody stayed behind in the locker room, forgoing a quick shower for pulling some sweats on, deciding to wait around until he and Randy could leave.
He had muttered his promise of meeting Cody at his car against his lips, hastily mentioning that John would have interviews and other media things to take care of after the show, so they were free to spend the night together.
Cody was pulling a shirt over his chest, when a knock on the door pulled him out of his thoughts, his eyes pulling together in confusion. If it was any of the other wrestlers he shared the room with, they'd have just come in…who could…
Cody's thought was cut off abruptly as John appeared, poking his head in the room quietly. "Hey. Mind if we talk for a second?"
He nodded his head yes, face showing his obvious confusion for what John could want with him. Oh no…he doesn't…?
Cody tried to quell the over-reacting thoughts swimming in his head. If John knew about him and Randy he sure as hell wouldn't have knocked.
"Thanks man," John said, slowly making his way into the room to the seat next to Cody.
Cody was hyperaware of each mark Randy'd left on his body in the last week, praying to God John didn't question the love bites or the stagnant smell of sex in the air. "What's up?"
John delayed a response, looking slightly embarrassed at whatever he felt the need to say. "Have you…have you talked to Randy lately?"
Cody forced himself to keep his cool and not fall to his knees and admit everything he'd done, crying and begging for John's forgiveness. "Umm…just this morning."
"That's all?"
Cody looked away, leftover feelings of shame returning, "Yeah. Why?"
"It's just…" John trailed off, looking around the room, "something's been up with him lately you know? He won't talk to me about it, and I was hoping…"
"No, I'm sorry," Cody said, conscious of how truly sorry he was, "I-I don't know what to tell you. He seems like his normal asshole self to me."
"Yeah you'd think so," John sighed, leaning back against the lockers, "but there's something wrong. Something he won't tell me. Cody, I feel like he's pulling away from me."
Cody knew if he looked John in the eyes he'd give himself away, "How so?"
John let out a deep breath, "Well…he was fine. But about a week ago, he just started getting kinda distant. Sure, he'd talk and all. But he looked like he wanted to just be gone. Like he'd rather be somewhere else," John's own eyes lowered to the floor, "or like he wanted to be with someone else. Cody you don't think he's pissed at me or something, do you?"
Cody bit his lip, not sure of what to say, "…No John. I-I don't think he's mad at you. There's probably just something bugging him."
John looked up at him hopefully, "You think so?"
Cody let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, nodding slowly.
"Thank you, Cody. I'm sorry I dumped my problems on you. I mean, especially since…" John trailed off, not sure if he should bring up whatever reason Cody had for wanting to stay away from him and Randy, unsure if he potentially crossed a line.
"No it's…fine. Don't worry about, John." Cody said, feeling as though God should strike him down and send him to hell right then. God, he was ashamed of himself. But not enough to put an end to anything…
"Thanks again man, I'll leave you alone now. Maybe I'll see you later?" John asked, leaving the decision to Cody.
"Yeah…yeah, I'd like that John." John offered a small smile on his way out the door, leaving Cody with his thoughts.
Cody sighed, burying his head in his hands.
Bring on the guilt.