Cross Your Heart (5/?)
Pshh...Ok, i honestly don't know if anyone is actually reading these posts, but ehh..what the fuck ever i'm still posting. Links, discaimers, and summaries can be found posts prior, just look on my page :) FTR- This one's rated Nc-17 as well. Also features an OC named seth! :) enjoy
"Damn, someone had a rough night."
"I think that goes without saying. Should we get him up?"
"He's gonna have one hell of a hangover; maybe wait a bit."
Cody scrunched his eyes tighter together, trying his hardest to push away the approaching wave of consciousness. He was currently straddling the line of being awake and asleep, everything having an unreal, dreamlike quality. He subconsciously fought to stay asleep, tucked away comfortably in his dreams. All of course centering around the one person who dominated his thoughts and his reality-the man who for some reason wouldn't let him continue sleeping.
"Cena, he's on the floor. If he wakes up with his back killing him, he'll be pissy all day. And I know you don't want to deal with that shit."
God, his voice was beautiful. Just like the rest of him. It was definitely confusing for Cody that one minute Randy was arguing with John then the next was moaning his name, but hey, he wasn't going to complain, so long as he could hear that deep, gravelly voice speaking, he was fine, his body shivering with desire in response.
"Yeah, good point. How the hell'd he get on the floor? Didn't he go back to the room last night?"
"I don't know. He was on the couch last night though. Got up at like three to take a piss and there he was, fucking knocked out…Alright, you need to get him up."
Cody mentally groaned; but he didn't want to get up. Couldn't he sleep a bit longer? He was with Randy in his dreams, was allowed to love him the way he wished he could; why would he ever want to leave that?
"Fine, fine," John kneeled down next to the door to their bedroom where he and Randy had found Cody passed out on the ground, after nearly tripping over him on their way out. "Cody? Bud, you awake?"
The light nudges to Cody's shoulder was what finally shook him from his half-conscious reverie, his fantasy slipping through his fingers like sand, bright light and a blinding pain in his head enveloping his senses and ripping him from his dream.
"Hey man, you're up. Come on; let's get you off the floor."
Squinting at the streams of light pouring through the windows of the bedroom, Cody shook off the leftover effects of his dream, taking John's offered hand and pulling himself up to his feet.
"There. That's better, huh?" John asked, plopping his arm around Cody's shoulder as Randy looked on in amusement.
Cody looked into John's face-which was entirely too happy considering it wasn't even noon-his eyes narrowing into slits, "I hate you."
John chuckled, leading Cody ahead of him as they walked toward the living room of their suite, plopping them both on the couch, "Yeah, that's what they all think. That is until I flash the dimples; no one can resist the dimples. See?" John flashed said dimples, the room practically lighting up at the sight.
Cody closed his eyes leaning his head against the cushion, "Yeah well, your fucking dimples are giving me a headache. So let's quit that shit, shall we?"
Smirking at the crestfallen look on John's face, Randy sat in the chair opposite them, stretching his long legs out in front of him. "Yes, John cut the shit. I'd much rather hear about Cody's night. Looks like you had fun. What happened?"
Cody ignored the sarcasm and the urge to blush as Randy's eyes trailed up and down his disheveled appearance, looking down at himself. His jeans had been kicked off sometime during the night, leaving him only in his boxers which still showed evidence of the night's sordid activities. His eyes widened in surprise as the memories of last night hit him; holy shit had he really done that? He remembered getting drunk…coming back to the room just in time to catch John and Randy right in the middle of fucking. The sight of Randy shoved against the wall, John's cock thrusting in and out of him had been too much for Cody and he had unzipped his pants and took his dick in his hand right there by the door. He remembered finishing…but did he? Oh, God he didn't yell out Randy's name again did he? Holy fuck, he had.
And how did he end up lying on the ground in front of their room? Cody's eyes scrunched up in thought, avoiding Randy's penetrating gaze as he watched him piece together the events of his night.
The memory was faint, but it was there. Cody had woken in the middle of the night, stumbling around the hotel room as he muttered quiet curses under his breath. He'd had another dream about Randy-no real shock there-and for some reason, convinced himself that he should go to Randy and admit his feelings for him. Right then. Thankfully for him though, he barely managed to get into the threshold of the room before he tripped, falling to the ground and simply staying there, eventually falling into a fitful slumber.
And here was now.
Cody looked up at John and Randy's expectant faces, both waiting for him to tell his tale, self-consciously bringing his hands to his lap to cover the ever-present cum stains, his face darkening in embarrassment. "I-I can't remember. Nothing I guess."
John laughed, leaning back further in his seat, "Oh, don't be so shy Codes. Big night? Meet some chick?"
His gaze dropped to the floor, overwhelming feelings of embarrassment and disgust at himself swarming through him; how the hell could he live with himself after practically salivating at a private moment between John and Randy. God, he was fucking sick.
"It's cool man, you can give us all the dirty details. Just because we're gay doesn't mean we can't appreciate a friend getting some."
"N-no. I didn't go home with anyone. I just came straight here."
Randy raised an eyebrow, "That's not what it looks like. Have some…sweet dreams? A bit of self-love maybe?"
Cody blushed even more-if that was even possible-his mouth dropping open as he tried to find the words to deny the accusation. "No! I mean, I-I don't…I didn't…"
John fought hard to hold in his laughter, settling his mouth into a solemn line, "Now now Cody, it's perfectly natural if, after a long day at work, you came home and…how do I put this delicately? Spanked the monkey? Gave yourself the ol' low five?"
Cody sputtered, his eyes widening in shock, "No! I didn't-I-I'm really not comfortable talking to you guys about this."
Randy smirked, rising to his feet, "Alright Johnny. I think you've humiliated the kid enough for the morning. Let's get some food, huh? I'm fucking starving."
John patted Cody on the back before rising himself, "Randy does every third word out of your mouth have to be 'fuck' or some form thereof?"
Randy turned to give him a look, raising his eyebrow, "You really want me to stop saying 'fuck'? You realize then I wouldn't be able to say 'Johnny baby, fuck me harder' in that case right?"
John paused, a thoughtful look crossing his face, "Yeah, you have a point there. Let's go get something to eat. We'll bring you back something alright Codes?"
Cody's eyes snapped up to meet John's as his name was mentioned. Of course at the ever-wonderful comment by Randy, half of Cody was imagining it being his name falling form Randy's mouth, the other half calling him a fucking idiot for ever deluding himself into thinking it would happen. "Uh, yeah. Yeah. That's fine."
John threw a smile over his shoulder as he and Randy mad his way downstairs, the door slamming shut behind them.
Cody slapped his hand to his head as soon as they had left; how the fuck had been so stupid? He had to quit this pining after Randy; it would just be best for all involved if Cody could just man up and move on. But as much as he wanted to…as much as he wished he had never had that life-altering realization that he wanted Randy…it was impossible to just forget him. He would never be able to get Randy out of his mind.
Cody growled to himself, rising from his seat as he strode to the bathroom with a purpose; but it didn't mean he wouldn't damn well try.
Cody looked around the club, eyeing the sea of bodies in front of him for an adequate lay. To him, this was the quickest way to forget: fuck someone's brains out until you couldn't move. It probably wasn't the most brilliant plan in the world, but it was better than doing nothing, and he couldn't do 'nothing' anymore; he had to find a way to get Randy out of his mind.
…Easier said than done when thrust into a cramped nightclub, being forced to down shot after shot of alcohol while simultaneously fighting to avoid blatantly staring at the sight of John and Randy.
They never learned their lesson, did they? John and Randy were practically dry humping each other-strike that, they were dry humping each other-right in the middle of the dance floor. It was a shock that they wouldn't consider to think that anyone was watching them grind on each other. Or maybe they just didn't care. Both had consumed their fair share of vodka during the course of the night, and both seemed like they were forgetting their inhibitions and just saying 'fuck it'.
Cody wished he could be the one dancing out there with Randy…bending down in front of his waist, practically fucking him right there-
He shook his head, slamming down a shot of whatever-the-hell-he-ordered; bad thoughts Cody Rhodes. No good would come from those kinds of thoughts.
Cody reluctantly-and almost painfully-tore his gaze away from the free show on the dance floor, continuing to survey the room for someone, anyone to fuck.
"Whatcha doing all by yourself Codes?"
Cody jumped, spinning around to face the beautiful god he'd been trying to avoid all night: Randy. "I-I thought you were dancing?"
Randy shrugged, leaning his arms on the table Cody was using, "John's not one for dancing, ya know? He went to go find some friend of his."
"Oh, well you can…I guess, you can sit here with me." Cody bit his lip as tried to hold back the urge to trace a bead of sweat that was making its way down Randy's sculpted arms with his tongue...God fucking damn this man was complete perfection.
Randy shook his head, eyeing Cody appreciatively, "Actually, I was wondering if you'd like to join me Cody? I'd love to get you out on that floor." His eyes roamed down Cody's lithe form, settling near his groin, "a lot."
Cody's eyes opened wide, the alcohol in his system not even stopping to consider Randy's invitation, "uhh…sure."
Randy smiled, downing a shot before grabbing Cody's arm, pulling through the crowded room until he reached the dance floor. Randy pulled him into his arms, his stormy blue eyes blown with obvious lust. Cody bit his lip, throwing his arms around Randy's neck as the two of them moved to the beat of the music. Some song called 'Take Me on the Floor'; God wasn't making things easier for him was he?
They stared into each others eyes, never breaking contact, as they grinded their bodies into each other, arms reaching to boldly grab at hot skin, the sea of bodies surrounding them providing a barrier between them and the rest of the world.
God, was this wrong to be thinking? Was it wrong to want to bend over in front of Randy right here and now and get fucked right into the ground? Was it wrong to want to take those perfect pink lips with his, biting and tasting what could only be described as completely Randy?
Randy grabbed Cody's hips, grinding his half-hard member into Cody's.
God help him, then he wanted to be wrong.
"God, Randy." Cody moaned over the pulsating beat of the music, his head thrown back in ecstasy as Randy's movements stirred his cock to excitement.
Randy pulled back, turning Cody around and bending him forward slightly, grinding against his ass.
Holy fucking shit. He could get used to this.
Cody grinded back in return, moving his backside left and right against Randy's dick, leaving practically nothing to the imagination as he turned to look at Randy's face, his mind practically shutting off at the lustful, blissed-out look out his face.
The lights flashed around them, bathing the club as well as Randy and Cody in a deep red light, Cody growing bolder with each passing second of being in this alternate reality where he didn't have to hide away his feelings for Randy, where he could just be with him with no ramifications at all.
Cody looked away from Randy's beautiful face as some random warning in his head went off, giving him the feeling he should get away from Randy immediately.
He was seconds away from ignoring the weird feeling and move against Randy harder than ever, when he caught sight of a basketball jersey and a pair of jean shorts.
Cody straightened up instantly, moving away from Randy like he was one of the disease-invested club bunnies that were making their rounds through the place. Randy gave him a questioning look before likewise catching sight of John fast approaching them, his eyes widening.
"Hey Guys! This place is awesome, huh?"
Randy nodded, eyes discreetly warning Cody to keep their previous actions to himself as John resumed his spot from earlier, dancing against Randy with a purposeful message.
Cody stood where they had been dancing, his blood pounding in his ears, his breathing unable to slow down, the people around him dancing with their respective partners, oblivious to the painful bludgeoning of Cody's poor heart. It was almost as if the entire scenario of his dreams coming true had never existed.
He tried his best to shake off the feeling of his heart further breaking into smaller pieces, used to it by now, and slowly made his way back to his table. He supposed he could still attempt to carry out his original plan-fuck anything with a hole and hope that maybe it would get Randy out of his head.
He downed some more shots, (by this time he wasn't even gonna begin to count how many) and made his way through the club towards the back, passing a dark grimy hallway as he went.
His arm was pulled roughly as he passed, someone spinning him around to face them. He allowed his hopes to rise before shutting them down, facing a young man looking entirely too strung out to be able to even walk right.
"Hiii…" He purred, reaching forward to stroke Cody's arm. "What's your name?"
Cody looked him quizzically, his eyes narrowing into confusion as the man gently pushed him against the brick wall, "Cody."
"Cute," The man-honestly, boy; he couldn't have been more than seventeen-said, "I'm Seth. And you look like you could use some company, hmm?"
Cody's eyes widened-he wasn't a…? Was he a…?
"Don't go getting freaked out on me pretty; what do you say?" Seth leaned forward, teasing he was going for a kiss, but reaching down instead to grab at Cody's dick, still half-hard in his jeans.
A moan slipped from his mouth without his permission, his eyes shutting in ecstasy as Seth grabbed and kneaded at his member, stroking it to full hardness.
"Hmm? What do you say Cody-baby?"
Cody struggled through the haze that was clouding his brain to try and think rationally. But with the alcohol, lust, and disappointment at Randy's actions swimming around in his head, it was near impossible.
Fuck it, what could go wrong?
Seth grinned wide as he pulled Cody into one of the back rooms of the club reserved for cleaning supplies or extra chairs…or in Seth's case where he conducted business. He pinned him against the wall, dropping to his knees instantly in front of Cody as he pulled him from his jeans, unbuckling and unzipping like a pro.
With little fanfare, he immediately took Cody into his mouth, deep throating his large cock, breathing through his nose as Cody tried to hold back the irresistible urge to fuck that hot mouth for all he was worth.
Seth pulled back, spitting on the head, slicking it up, and once again took Cody's dick to the back of his throat, bobbing his head back and forth as he did.
God, so hot. So wet.
Cody couldn't think at the moment, nothing but the feel of Seth's mouth on him making it through the mist clouding his mind.
Seth swallowed around him, making Cody cry out, tonguing his slit, eager to taste Cody's cum. He moved his hands from against Cody's hips, giving a silent okay that Cody could do whatever he wanted to him. He acted immediately, thrusting his hips and shoving his dick even further down that tight throat.
Through the lust and booze, somehow Cody couldn't get the image of Randy on his knees out of his head; what he'd look like, sound like…
"FUCK!" Cody yelled, both in response to Seth simultaneously sucking and grasping his balls at the same time, and Randy managing to sneak his way into his thoughts once again. Would he ever be able to get that man out of his head? Would he ever have any semblance of peace?
Cody took his frustrations out on Seth's mouth, fucking the poor boy ruthlessly, his lips struggling to stay wrapped around his thick cock at the speed Cody was moving. He threw his head back, hitting it against the wall, crying out a mumbled mix of curses and moans as he came hard, his cum shooting down Seth's throat and spilling out the sides of his lips.
Cody fought to regain his breath, panting against the wall as he awkwardly tried to avoid looking at Seth, who had managed to make it to his feet, tucking Cody absentmindedly back into his pants.
"I'm-I…Did you want me to-? I mean I can…"
Seth smirked, wiping leftover traces of Cody's seed from his mouth, "Think of it as on the house."
"Thanks, I mean…are you sure I can't do anything for you? I mean I could…" Cody gestured to Seth's skin-tight leather pants, leaving nothing to the imagination.
"That's fine, hun. You go enjoy your night, hope I made you feel a bit better, if only for a little while."
Cody's eyes scrunched in confusion, "How'd you know-"
"You're really easy to read Cody; I hope you move past whatever's bothering you."
Seth gathered his discarded jacket, leading Cody out the door of the closet, turning back to give him a sad smile, "or who."
"Damn, someone had a rough night."
"I think that goes without saying. Should we get him up?"
"He's gonna have one hell of a hangover; maybe wait a bit."
Cody scrunched his eyes tighter together, trying his hardest to push away the approaching wave of consciousness. He was currently straddling the line of being awake and asleep, everything having an unreal, dreamlike quality. He subconsciously fought to stay asleep, tucked away comfortably in his dreams. All of course centering around the one person who dominated his thoughts and his reality-the man who for some reason wouldn't let him continue sleeping.
"Cena, he's on the floor. If he wakes up with his back killing him, he'll be pissy all day. And I know you don't want to deal with that shit."
God, his voice was beautiful. Just like the rest of him. It was definitely confusing for Cody that one minute Randy was arguing with John then the next was moaning his name, but hey, he wasn't going to complain, so long as he could hear that deep, gravelly voice speaking, he was fine, his body shivering with desire in response.
"Yeah, good point. How the hell'd he get on the floor? Didn't he go back to the room last night?"
"I don't know. He was on the couch last night though. Got up at like three to take a piss and there he was, fucking knocked out…Alright, you need to get him up."
Cody mentally groaned; but he didn't want to get up. Couldn't he sleep a bit longer? He was with Randy in his dreams, was allowed to love him the way he wished he could; why would he ever want to leave that?
"Fine, fine," John kneeled down next to the door to their bedroom where he and Randy had found Cody passed out on the ground, after nearly tripping over him on their way out. "Cody? Bud, you awake?"
The light nudges to Cody's shoulder was what finally shook him from his half-conscious reverie, his fantasy slipping through his fingers like sand, bright light and a blinding pain in his head enveloping his senses and ripping him from his dream.
"Hey man, you're up. Come on; let's get you off the floor."
Squinting at the streams of light pouring through the windows of the bedroom, Cody shook off the leftover effects of his dream, taking John's offered hand and pulling himself up to his feet.
"There. That's better, huh?" John asked, plopping his arm around Cody's shoulder as Randy looked on in amusement.
Cody looked into John's face-which was entirely too happy considering it wasn't even noon-his eyes narrowing into slits, "I hate you."
John chuckled, leading Cody ahead of him as they walked toward the living room of their suite, plopping them both on the couch, "Yeah, that's what they all think. That is until I flash the dimples; no one can resist the dimples. See?" John flashed said dimples, the room practically lighting up at the sight.
Cody closed his eyes leaning his head against the cushion, "Yeah well, your fucking dimples are giving me a headache. So let's quit that shit, shall we?"
Smirking at the crestfallen look on John's face, Randy sat in the chair opposite them, stretching his long legs out in front of him. "Yes, John cut the shit. I'd much rather hear about Cody's night. Looks like you had fun. What happened?"
Cody ignored the sarcasm and the urge to blush as Randy's eyes trailed up and down his disheveled appearance, looking down at himself. His jeans had been kicked off sometime during the night, leaving him only in his boxers which still showed evidence of the night's sordid activities. His eyes widened in surprise as the memories of last night hit him; holy shit had he really done that? He remembered getting drunk…coming back to the room just in time to catch John and Randy right in the middle of fucking. The sight of Randy shoved against the wall, John's cock thrusting in and out of him had been too much for Cody and he had unzipped his pants and took his dick in his hand right there by the door. He remembered finishing…but did he? Oh, God he didn't yell out Randy's name again did he? Holy fuck, he had.
And how did he end up lying on the ground in front of their room? Cody's eyes scrunched up in thought, avoiding Randy's penetrating gaze as he watched him piece together the events of his night.
The memory was faint, but it was there. Cody had woken in the middle of the night, stumbling around the hotel room as he muttered quiet curses under his breath. He'd had another dream about Randy-no real shock there-and for some reason, convinced himself that he should go to Randy and admit his feelings for him. Right then. Thankfully for him though, he barely managed to get into the threshold of the room before he tripped, falling to the ground and simply staying there, eventually falling into a fitful slumber.
And here was now.
Cody looked up at John and Randy's expectant faces, both waiting for him to tell his tale, self-consciously bringing his hands to his lap to cover the ever-present cum stains, his face darkening in embarrassment. "I-I can't remember. Nothing I guess."
John laughed, leaning back further in his seat, "Oh, don't be so shy Codes. Big night? Meet some chick?"
His gaze dropped to the floor, overwhelming feelings of embarrassment and disgust at himself swarming through him; how the hell could he live with himself after practically salivating at a private moment between John and Randy. God, he was fucking sick.
"It's cool man, you can give us all the dirty details. Just because we're gay doesn't mean we can't appreciate a friend getting some."
"N-no. I didn't go home with anyone. I just came straight here."
Randy raised an eyebrow, "That's not what it looks like. Have some…sweet dreams? A bit of self-love maybe?"
Cody blushed even more-if that was even possible-his mouth dropping open as he tried to find the words to deny the accusation. "No! I mean, I-I don't…I didn't…"
John fought hard to hold in his laughter, settling his mouth into a solemn line, "Now now Cody, it's perfectly natural if, after a long day at work, you came home and…how do I put this delicately? Spanked the monkey? Gave yourself the ol' low five?"
Cody sputtered, his eyes widening in shock, "No! I didn't-I-I'm really not comfortable talking to you guys about this."
Randy smirked, rising to his feet, "Alright Johnny. I think you've humiliated the kid enough for the morning. Let's get some food, huh? I'm fucking starving."
John patted Cody on the back before rising himself, "Randy does every third word out of your mouth have to be 'fuck' or some form thereof?"
Randy turned to give him a look, raising his eyebrow, "You really want me to stop saying 'fuck'? You realize then I wouldn't be able to say 'Johnny baby, fuck me harder' in that case right?"
John paused, a thoughtful look crossing his face, "Yeah, you have a point there. Let's go get something to eat. We'll bring you back something alright Codes?"
Cody's eyes snapped up to meet John's as his name was mentioned. Of course at the ever-wonderful comment by Randy, half of Cody was imagining it being his name falling form Randy's mouth, the other half calling him a fucking idiot for ever deluding himself into thinking it would happen. "Uh, yeah. Yeah. That's fine."
John threw a smile over his shoulder as he and Randy mad his way downstairs, the door slamming shut behind them.
Cody slapped his hand to his head as soon as they had left; how the fuck had been so stupid? He had to quit this pining after Randy; it would just be best for all involved if Cody could just man up and move on. But as much as he wanted to…as much as he wished he had never had that life-altering realization that he wanted Randy…it was impossible to just forget him. He would never be able to get Randy out of his mind.
Cody growled to himself, rising from his seat as he strode to the bathroom with a purpose; but it didn't mean he wouldn't damn well try.
Cody looked around the club, eyeing the sea of bodies in front of him for an adequate lay. To him, this was the quickest way to forget: fuck someone's brains out until you couldn't move. It probably wasn't the most brilliant plan in the world, but it was better than doing nothing, and he couldn't do 'nothing' anymore; he had to find a way to get Randy out of his mind.
…Easier said than done when thrust into a cramped nightclub, being forced to down shot after shot of alcohol while simultaneously fighting to avoid blatantly staring at the sight of John and Randy.
They never learned their lesson, did they? John and Randy were practically dry humping each other-strike that, they were dry humping each other-right in the middle of the dance floor. It was a shock that they wouldn't consider to think that anyone was watching them grind on each other. Or maybe they just didn't care. Both had consumed their fair share of vodka during the course of the night, and both seemed like they were forgetting their inhibitions and just saying 'fuck it'.
Cody wished he could be the one dancing out there with Randy…bending down in front of his waist, practically fucking him right there-
He shook his head, slamming down a shot of whatever-the-hell-he-ordered; bad thoughts Cody Rhodes. No good would come from those kinds of thoughts.
Cody reluctantly-and almost painfully-tore his gaze away from the free show on the dance floor, continuing to survey the room for someone, anyone to fuck.
"Whatcha doing all by yourself Codes?"
Cody jumped, spinning around to face the beautiful god he'd been trying to avoid all night: Randy. "I-I thought you were dancing?"
Randy shrugged, leaning his arms on the table Cody was using, "John's not one for dancing, ya know? He went to go find some friend of his."
"Oh, well you can…I guess, you can sit here with me." Cody bit his lip as tried to hold back the urge to trace a bead of sweat that was making its way down Randy's sculpted arms with his tongue...God fucking damn this man was complete perfection.
Randy shook his head, eyeing Cody appreciatively, "Actually, I was wondering if you'd like to join me Cody? I'd love to get you out on that floor." His eyes roamed down Cody's lithe form, settling near his groin, "a lot."
Cody's eyes opened wide, the alcohol in his system not even stopping to consider Randy's invitation, "uhh…sure."
Randy smiled, downing a shot before grabbing Cody's arm, pulling through the crowded room until he reached the dance floor. Randy pulled him into his arms, his stormy blue eyes blown with obvious lust. Cody bit his lip, throwing his arms around Randy's neck as the two of them moved to the beat of the music. Some song called 'Take Me on the Floor'; God wasn't making things easier for him was he?
They stared into each others eyes, never breaking contact, as they grinded their bodies into each other, arms reaching to boldly grab at hot skin, the sea of bodies surrounding them providing a barrier between them and the rest of the world.
God, was this wrong to be thinking? Was it wrong to want to bend over in front of Randy right here and now and get fucked right into the ground? Was it wrong to want to take those perfect pink lips with his, biting and tasting what could only be described as completely Randy?
Randy grabbed Cody's hips, grinding his half-hard member into Cody's.
God help him, then he wanted to be wrong.
"God, Randy." Cody moaned over the pulsating beat of the music, his head thrown back in ecstasy as Randy's movements stirred his cock to excitement.
Randy pulled back, turning Cody around and bending him forward slightly, grinding against his ass.
Holy fucking shit. He could get used to this.
Cody grinded back in return, moving his backside left and right against Randy's dick, leaving practically nothing to the imagination as he turned to look at Randy's face, his mind practically shutting off at the lustful, blissed-out look out his face.
The lights flashed around them, bathing the club as well as Randy and Cody in a deep red light, Cody growing bolder with each passing second of being in this alternate reality where he didn't have to hide away his feelings for Randy, where he could just be with him with no ramifications at all.
Cody looked away from Randy's beautiful face as some random warning in his head went off, giving him the feeling he should get away from Randy immediately.
He was seconds away from ignoring the weird feeling and move against Randy harder than ever, when he caught sight of a basketball jersey and a pair of jean shorts.
Cody straightened up instantly, moving away from Randy like he was one of the disease-invested club bunnies that were making their rounds through the place. Randy gave him a questioning look before likewise catching sight of John fast approaching them, his eyes widening.
"Hey Guys! This place is awesome, huh?"
Randy nodded, eyes discreetly warning Cody to keep their previous actions to himself as John resumed his spot from earlier, dancing against Randy with a purposeful message.
Cody stood where they had been dancing, his blood pounding in his ears, his breathing unable to slow down, the people around him dancing with their respective partners, oblivious to the painful bludgeoning of Cody's poor heart. It was almost as if the entire scenario of his dreams coming true had never existed.
He tried his best to shake off the feeling of his heart further breaking into smaller pieces, used to it by now, and slowly made his way back to his table. He supposed he could still attempt to carry out his original plan-fuck anything with a hole and hope that maybe it would get Randy out of his head.
He downed some more shots, (by this time he wasn't even gonna begin to count how many) and made his way through the club towards the back, passing a dark grimy hallway as he went.
His arm was pulled roughly as he passed, someone spinning him around to face them. He allowed his hopes to rise before shutting them down, facing a young man looking entirely too strung out to be able to even walk right.
"Hiii…" He purred, reaching forward to stroke Cody's arm. "What's your name?"
Cody looked him quizzically, his eyes narrowing into confusion as the man gently pushed him against the brick wall, "Cody."
"Cute," The man-honestly, boy; he couldn't have been more than seventeen-said, "I'm Seth. And you look like you could use some company, hmm?"
Cody's eyes widened-he wasn't a…? Was he a…?
"Don't go getting freaked out on me pretty; what do you say?" Seth leaned forward, teasing he was going for a kiss, but reaching down instead to grab at Cody's dick, still half-hard in his jeans.
A moan slipped from his mouth without his permission, his eyes shutting in ecstasy as Seth grabbed and kneaded at his member, stroking it to full hardness.
"Hmm? What do you say Cody-baby?"
Cody struggled through the haze that was clouding his brain to try and think rationally. But with the alcohol, lust, and disappointment at Randy's actions swimming around in his head, it was near impossible.
Fuck it, what could go wrong?
Seth grinned wide as he pulled Cody into one of the back rooms of the club reserved for cleaning supplies or extra chairs…or in Seth's case where he conducted business. He pinned him against the wall, dropping to his knees instantly in front of Cody as he pulled him from his jeans, unbuckling and unzipping like a pro.
With little fanfare, he immediately took Cody into his mouth, deep throating his large cock, breathing through his nose as Cody tried to hold back the irresistible urge to fuck that hot mouth for all he was worth.
Seth pulled back, spitting on the head, slicking it up, and once again took Cody's dick to the back of his throat, bobbing his head back and forth as he did.
God, so hot. So wet.
Cody couldn't think at the moment, nothing but the feel of Seth's mouth on him making it through the mist clouding his mind.
Seth swallowed around him, making Cody cry out, tonguing his slit, eager to taste Cody's cum. He moved his hands from against Cody's hips, giving a silent okay that Cody could do whatever he wanted to him. He acted immediately, thrusting his hips and shoving his dick even further down that tight throat.
Through the lust and booze, somehow Cody couldn't get the image of Randy on his knees out of his head; what he'd look like, sound like…
"FUCK!" Cody yelled, both in response to Seth simultaneously sucking and grasping his balls at the same time, and Randy managing to sneak his way into his thoughts once again. Would he ever be able to get that man out of his head? Would he ever have any semblance of peace?
Cody took his frustrations out on Seth's mouth, fucking the poor boy ruthlessly, his lips struggling to stay wrapped around his thick cock at the speed Cody was moving. He threw his head back, hitting it against the wall, crying out a mumbled mix of curses and moans as he came hard, his cum shooting down Seth's throat and spilling out the sides of his lips.
Cody fought to regain his breath, panting against the wall as he awkwardly tried to avoid looking at Seth, who had managed to make it to his feet, tucking Cody absentmindedly back into his pants.
"I'm-I…Did you want me to-? I mean I can…"
Seth smirked, wiping leftover traces of Cody's seed from his mouth, "Think of it as on the house."
"Thanks, I mean…are you sure I can't do anything for you? I mean I could…" Cody gestured to Seth's skin-tight leather pants, leaving nothing to the imagination.
"That's fine, hun. You go enjoy your night, hope I made you feel a bit better, if only for a little while."
Cody's eyes scrunched in confusion, "How'd you know-"
"You're really easy to read Cody; I hope you move past whatever's bothering you."
Seth gathered his discarded jacket, leading Cody out the door of the closet, turning back to give him a sad smile, "or who."