Cross Your Heart 11/??
Title: Cross Your Heart 11/?
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: Yes, i am a huge tease. Sorry! :PP
Chapter 1: http://messyjessy08.livejournal.com/7927.html#cutid1
Chapter 2: http://messyjessy08.livejournal.com/8094.html
Chapter 3: http://messyjessy08.livejournal.com/8423.html
Chapter 4: http://messyjessy08.livejournal.com/8710.html
Chapter 5: http://messyjessy08.livejournal.com/9084.html
Chapter 6: http://messyjessy08.livejournal.com/9306.html
Chapter 7: http://messyjessy08.livejournal.com/9871.html
Chapter 8: http://messyjessy08.livejournal.com/10066.html
Chapter 9: http://messyjessy08.livejournal.com/10557.html
Chapter 10: http://messyjessy08.livejournal.com/10900.html
Please, not now. Not when he’d actually found time to be happy in the last week. God must really despise him; the second he’d let him himself forget everything, let his mind drift away from the problems he always dealt with, his happiness was ripped out from underneath him. Cody mutely slammed his head against the tiles, waiting for the screaming to start.
Randy stood rooted in place, seeming too shocked to even try to explain anything away.
“J-John. What are you…what are you doing here?”
John likewise stood still near the door where he’d come in, wide near-tear eyes frantically shooting from Randy’s face to Cody’s, the younger man leaning against the wall, with his head in his hands.
“I…I didn’t have to go do anything tonight. I thought…thought…Randy, oh my fucking God.”
John flinched as Randy reached out for him, slapping his approaching embrace away, “Don’t! Don’t…don’t touch me. Just…get away from me.” John backed away from Randy, stopping when he hit the tiled wall on the opposite side of the room.
“John, just wait a second okay? Let me just explain…” Randy approached John slowly, his hands raised in front of him as if approaching a jumper on the side of a building. “Let me just-”
John shoved Randy away from him as he tried to pull John away from the wall, knocking him on his ass. “Don’t TOUCH me!”
Randy looked up from the floor, face showing his confusion that John would lay his hands on him. His John wouldn’t ever do that. Too bad the man in front of him wasn’t his John. Not anymore.
John tore his eyes away from Randy, looking instead into Cody’s wide-eyed and fearful face. Cody locked eyes with John, faltering at what he saw there. John’s gaze was that of a man being wrongfully burned at the stake, his normally bright blue eyes had dulled over, the pain and betrayal he was feeling clear as day. Cody had never seen John so broken, so hurt.
Cody bit off a plea of forgiveness, John silencing him with a shake of his head. He took one last disgusted look at Randy, pitifully seated on the ground, and stormed out of the room, leaving a cold stillness that had Cody covered in goosebumps.
Cody stared after him, shamefully adjusting his trunks. He looked over to Randy, still sat on the ground, glaring at the floor. He walked to Randy, offering his hand, lip bit to avoid scolding him. Now probably wasn’t the time for ‘I told you so’. Randy looked up at him in confusion, almost as if he’d forgotten Cody was ever even there.
“C’mon, Randy,” Cody said, pulling him to his feet. “We’ll go back to the hotel and figure out what-”
“I have to go find him,” Randy said, turning away from after where John had left to face Cody. “I-I have to go tell him that…” He trailed off, not even sure how he could begin to defend himself.
“Randy, let him cool off. If he sees you now, he’ll probably just lash out,” Cody said, fixing Randy’s appearance since he seemed too preoccupied to do so himself.
Randy shook his head, trying in vain to sort out everything that had just changed in the last five minutes. “No, I…I have to go. I have to…”
Randy pushed passed Cody, quickly going into the locker room to change and gather his things. Cody slowly followed after him, observing Randy’s frantic movements from across the room. “So…what about me? Want me to just put our relationship on hold while you go chase after John?”
Randy glanced up at Cody as he packed his bag together. “Cody, please don’t start this now.”
Cody raised an eyebrow, folding his arms across his chest, “I’m not starting anything. You know what, Randy? I love how I’m always the second thought to you. The one you only go to if John’s busy or doing something else. Well, when John kicks you out like I know he will, I’ll be in my room, waiting.”
Cody grabbed his things, storming out, not even bothering to change out of his trunks.
Randy stared after him, biting the inside of his cheek in frustration. He couldn’t worry about Cody at a time like this. He could always soothe away his jealousy later. Besides Cody would get over it…he always did.
***
John sat on his bed, one leg tucked underneath him, the other hanging off the side of the bed, staring blankly at the muted tv in front of him. He felt so devastated…so hurt. Was this the reason why Randy had been so distant? Why he had slowly but surely been pulling himself away? Because he had been ch-
He shook the thought away immediately; he had to keep himself together. And with Cody? Someone he considered a close friend…or at least someone who used to be. The reason why Cody had avoided him like the plague seemed clearer and clearer to him now. How long had this been going on? How long had John been away from Randy, thinking he was spending the time missing him, only to be completely occupied with spending it with Cody? How long had his relationship been crumbling away, only for John to be too blind to see it?
He turned off the tv, knowing it couldn’t begin to distract him from what he’d just seen. Randy braced against Cody, kissing him, touching him, about to…John flinched at the image that appeared in his head, of his boyfriend’s hands all over Cody’s body, doing things to him he’d only ever done to John.
John couldn’t control the rush of anger that overtook him, his hands clutching into tight fists, the feeling of needing to hit something overwhelming him. Randy was his. The person he planned on spending the rest of his days with. And he’d done this to him? Caused him to practically curl up in the fetal position, weeping alone in his room, pining after the way things had been. How dare him! How dare he do this to him, turning him into one of those pathetic little girls crying over their break-ups. He wouldn’t let himself cry over the stupid shit Randy had done, he didn’t deserve it.
And after all the shit he’d put up with-the fights, the insults, the random appearances of Randy’s ever-present anger problem. Even after everything John would still be there for Randy, shaking off the verbal barbs they’d thrown at each despite the hurt in his chest, enveloping him in his arms and shaking away the demons Randy spent his life battling. He had taken advantage of John’s willingness to move past things and had taken his sincerity and love for granted.
He wouldn’t be forgiven so easily this time.
John’s eyes narrowed toward the door, the small timid knock sounding through the room. He jumped to his feet, silently admonishing whoever it was that had the misfortune of knocking on the door after the night he’d had.
He snatched the door open, not bothering to look through the peep-hole, the handle falling from his grasp as his eyes met with Randy’s.
Reasoning he wasn’t even worth the trouble of screaming, John rolled his eyes, shutting the door in Randy’s face with a satisfying ‘bang’. He turned away from the door, hoping the message had gotten through, growling in irritation as Randy knocked again, louder and more insistent this time.
“What are you doing here?” John asked, as he pulled open the door, his voice barely loud enough to hear.
Randy quickly braced his hand against the open door, preventing John from slamming it in his face again.
“Can we talk?”
John scoffed, folding his arms in front of him, “I swear Randy, you have got some nerve. What makes you think I’d ever want to speak to you-much less look at you-again?”
Randy at least had enough tact to look ashamed; he bent his head down, eyes locked with the swirling patterns of the carpet.
“Randy, this is something we can just talk about. You-” John cut himself off, trying to avoid getting overly emotional. “You cheated. On me. You ignored everything we’ve been through, and you went off with someone else. I can’t just forgive you for that, Randy.”
Randy glanced up, locking eyes with John, “I’m not asking you to. I just want to clear things up so that you don’t-”
“Clear things up?!” John asked, exasperated. “What is there to clear up? You went off with another man…with someone I considered my friend. How could you do that to me, Randy? Did you ever stop to think that maybe what you were doing was wrong?!”
“Of course I did!” Randy yelled, neither of them paying heed to how loud their voices were getting. “Of course I knew it was wrong, but there was nothing I could do about it. I-”
“NOTHING you could DO?! Are you KIDDING me?” John yelled, arms waving in front of his face as he gestured wildly, “how about, I don’t know, NOT run off with the first piece of ass that commands your attention. I thought I meant more to you than that, Randy. Did you ever even love me?”
“Yes!” Randy shouted, knowing that his idea of showing up and placating John into not reacting rashly was already far from ever working. “But it’s not that simple, John. I-” Randy hesitated, knowing that now was not the time to voice his feelings, but unable to stop himself from saying it, “I care about him.”
John recoiled as if he had been slapped, that statement doing more damage than any insult he’d been planning on dishing out ever could. Randy winced at the look of hurt on John’s face, wishing he didn’t need to have this conversation.
“I know. John, look. I know,” He took John’s face in his hands, John much too shocked at the moment to wrench himself from Randy’s grip. “I am so sorry. I wish I could say it was just some meaningless, petty fuck. But I can’t. I know you don’t wanna’ hear this, but it’s the truth. I do care about him, but I care about you too.”
John snapped back to reality, finding his eyes locked with Randy’s ice blue apologetic ones. He tore his jaw out Randy’s hold, slapping his hands away from him.
“John, listen to me. I doubt you’ll forgive me anytime soon-I don’t expect that from you. I just want you to know, that whatever you decide from here, just remember that I love you. I do.”
“You love me?” John choked out, his voice cracking with the added emotion. “You can’t love two people at the same time, Randy. Either you love me or you love him. Which is it? Pick one.”
“I-I can’t.”
John grit his teeth together, his jaw flexing. “Then we can’t be together anymore, Randy.”
He moved to shut the door, Randy reacting immediately, “John, no! Don’t do this to us.”
John closed his eyes, exhaling a deep, broken sigh, “You already have, Randy. Please don’t come here again.”
“John-!”
John shoved Randy out of the way, shutting the door and locking it behind him. He could hear Randy shouting his name behind him, but he couldn’t bring himself to turn around. He’d eventually tire himself out and leave, maybe go down the hall to Cody’s room. He’d get over it, they both would. John slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, trembling slightly. They could move on. He’d get over this.
John tried to push back the crushing emptiness he felt in his chest, feeling the warm drops fall from his eyes and onto his lap, knowing it was a lie.
***