Cross Your Heart (7/?)
Title: Cross Your Heart 7/?
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
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
He was so stupid. What was he thinking, even considering walking into that room? Why did he enjoy being tortured like this? There was no way any conversation between the two of them could end amicably; one of two things would happen, he'd spout at the mouth like the sarcastic asshole he was, leaving Cody feeling lower than the carpet under his feet, or he'd say something completely out of character, seduce him into his bed with sincere promises of what they could do together-what they could be, and Cody would surrender his heart once again, offering it to Randy with no ill regrets and permanently attach himself to his lips, not even breaking apart to breathe.
Cody knew all of this-that it couldn't end well in the slightest, yet still managed to keep walking down the well-lit hallway, eyes ahead as he made his way swiftly to room 371.
In the past month, Cody had managed to completely sever ties with Randy. To his credit, he'd ignored each text, each drunken phone call after John had gone to sleep, ignored Randy, which, as much as he'd love to applaud himself for the effort, was undoubtedly killing him slowly.
He knew what was best-what he should do. He knew he should turn around immediately and head back to his room as fast as possible, run from the possible temptation that came with visiting Randy and John's suite at 2:30 in the morning.
But still…
He made his way down the seemingly never-ending hallway, thoughts of what-of who-lay in that room spurring him on faster and faster.
He'd been halfway to breaking, almost ready to ignore the consequences of revisiting his relationship (if you could even call it that) with Randy, when the man in question tracked him down after the show was over, saying he had to see him and that he wouldn't take no for an answer.
Like a deer trapped in the headlights, Cody could barely even answer, could barely nod his head yes in consent before his lips were brutally crashed against Randy's, the inside of his mouth being mapped and revisited by Randy's tongue, the older man remembering each and every feeling that he'd had that night a month ago.
And that was why Cody was marching to Randy's room, his breaths quick and short, his heart hammering crazily in his chest…He had to see him. He couldn't hold out anymore; he had to see him, had to touch him, had to feel him. He was like a heroin addict fresh out of rehab; the slightest taste of his drug had him spiraling back into an addiction, heading right back where he started.
After what felt like walking for an eternity, Cody finally stood outside Randy's door, his hand nervously fingering the key card Randy had slipped into his bag. He could barely move, his emotions running wild inside him. He should be stronger, should try to resist the wonderful feeling of hope that coursed through his veins as he thought about being with Randy again…but he couldn't. Over and over he fell for Randy again, and over and over he tried not to, tried to resist going to him again. It was a vicious cycle, one he could never seem to break.
He gave it one last try, trying to remember all the reasons why he should just walk away, tried to rationalize the ever-fucked up situation he'd somehow stumbled blindly into. But he couldn't rationalize anymore, couldn't try to think logically of what he should do, because it wasn't something he should think about. He wanted to go where his heart led him, and that was right where he was standing.
Cody took a deep breath, trying to will his nerves to settle and slid the key through its slot, heart speeding quicker as the little 'beep' sounded, granting him access to what he most desired.
"Randy?" He whispered, stepping into the spacious suite, blue eyes searching the living room for his…boyfriend? Lover? Addiction?
Randy had specified when he wanted Cody to come by, claiming it was the best time they could see each other without John being there.
Cody shook off the approaching thoughts condemning him for doing this behind his friend's back, making his way further into the room, stepping into the bedroom.
The bed was empty, Randy no where to be found. For a moment, he was confused, not wanting to believe Randy had called him there for no reason, just to fuck with him more. But before his heart could fall out of his chest, Cody noticed the steam pouring out of the door up ahead, the distinctive sound of running water reaching his ears.
Cody allowed himself to smirk, shaking off any remaining hesitance. Seeing Randy in the shower, naked and dripping wet, was definitely something that would make him feel much better about doing this. He resisted calling out to him, wanting to sneak up and surprise him, and quietly made his way across the room.
He made it to the threshold of the bathroom before stopping suddenly, his face falling to the floor.
"Rand, will you quit it?" John said, swatting at Randy halfheartedly. "You're frisky tonight, huh babe?"
No way. He wouldn't do this to him again.
"What can I say, Johnny? You got me all excited. Now what kind of person would you be if you didn't take responsibility for your actions?"
He would. He did.
"Oh, well I'd be a bad boyfriend wouldn't I? Don't worry baby I'll be," John paused, placing kisses across Randy's shoulders, "sure…to…fix…it."
Cody leaned back against the door, his legs barely able to keep him upright anymore. Right in front of him, Randy and John were practically devouring each others faces, the only barrier between the three of them being the clear door to the shower.
Much as the image was warped by the blurring pattern on the door, it was still there. Randy was pressing himself against the door, wriggling his ass in front John, bracing himself as he turned his head towards him. "Then come on John. Do something."
He'd done it again. He'd lured him here again only to physically brag about his relationship with John, further ripping Cody's heart into pieces.
God, why did he love this asshole? How could he still want to be with him even after this? What was wrong with him? Was he a glutton for punishment? Was he subconsciously a masochist, enjoying the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach each time Randy did the things he did.
He had to leave. He had to run away; he couldn't stay and enjoy like he had before, not with the knowledge of what each of those moans did to him, why they affected him so much. He ran from the steam-filled room, getting out as quickly as he could.
No more. He was done. He couldn't take the lasting effects on his psyche anymore. As much as it killed him to stay away from Randy, going after him hurt so much more.
Cody sighed quietly, absentmindedly digging through his gym bag, offering a small smile to a coworker as they passed. Last night had been hell on him. After he'd left Randy's room, eyes welling over with the tears he wished he could resist, he'd collapsed in his bed, freely letting them fall in the lonely darkness of his hotel room.
While he attempted to put on a brave face for work, he couldn't make any promises about when he got home. He could be strong out in the real world, but alone, wrapped in the warm cocoon of his blankets, he would let himself break down, all before having to push his feelings aside, numbing himself to any thought or emotion the next morning.
Cody didn't bother to look up as a hush fell over the locker room; other people's problems and conversations seemed so shallow to him now. He kept his eyes on the floor, vaguely aware of the sound of someone slowly approaching him.
Two black boots stood in his line of sight, his eyes narrowing in annoyance at the audacity this man had. He slowly raised his head, his eyes locking with Randy's icy ones.
"Cody."
Is this all he wanted? To rub everything further in Cody's face? Well, congratulations Randy, you succeeded.
"What do you want?"
Randy glanced around the locker room, eyes narrowing at the wrestlers watching their conversation with interest. The glare of doom did the trick and every person quickly filed out, muttering comments about places they needed to be.
Satisfied, Randy's eyes fell back to Cody, his mouth turning down at Cody's disheveled appearance. "What's wrong with you?"
Cody arched an eyebrow, eyes falling back to the concrete, "What the fuck do you think?"
Randy crossed his arms in front of himself, leaning against the lockers, "Well I have an idea…"
Cody rolled his eyes, moving to search for his extra change of clothes, "I'm not doing it Randy."
Randy's sure expression slipped a bit, "Doing what?"
"Enabling you." Cody turned to face Randy, standing at his full height. "I'm not going to have an argument, I'm not going to yell. I'm done."
Randy let his smirk fall into place, scoffing at Cody as he turned back to rifle through his things, "Right, that's what you said earlier, and yet you show up at my hotel in the middle of the night."
Cody stiffened at the reminder, freezing in place as the memory of witnessing John all over Randy replayed in his head.
"Ya see Cody, I knew you were standing there watching. I can't blame you honestly. Have you seen me and John together? We're so fucking-oh, well I guess you have. Never mind."
Cody closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he tried to push back the feelings that were rapidly morphing into anger.
"You should have stuck around a bit longer Cody. Things in there got graphic pretty quick. I'm sure you would've enjoyed it; I mean, you have before."
Cody gritted his teeth, trying to resist taking the bait. He wouldn't let Randy sucker him in.
"It was incredible. Even better than the time earlier in the night. Did I mention we fucked before we got to the room too?"
Cody turned around, shoving Randy into the lockers, "Why are you doing this?"
Randy's smirk stayed firmly in place, proud to see he'd gotten through to Cody, "Why do you think Cody?"
Cody braced his arm across Randy's throat, trapping him against the wall. "Is it because you're a dick? Because you enjoy wasting my time? I'm so sick of these fucking games Randy!"
His smirk fell, his face for once showing actual decency, "Then do something."
Cody's eyes narrowed in confusion, "What?"
"Do something Cody. You want me to stop, you want me to leave you alone, you want me period? Then do something about it."
Cody looked into his face for any further joking, any sign he was just fucking with him, but found none. "You serious?"
"Yeah. Show me Cody," Randy said, the implications not lost on him, "do something."
Cody couldn't even think before his lips automatically found their way to Randy's, instantly parting them open and seeking out Randy's tongue. Randy's tongue thrashed in his mouth, tangling with Cody's and fighting for dominance only to surrender immediately to Cody as he wrapped his arm around Randy's neck, digging his nails roughly into his shoulders.
Randy moaned into his mouth, arching into Cody's touch, pulling away gasping for breath, "Fuck, Cody."
"You sure about this Randy?" Cody heatedly whispered into his mouth, moving his hands downward across Randy's abs. For that matter was he?
Randy smiled, reaching forward to strip Cody of his shirt. He slipped the material over his head, throwing it to the floor and moving forward to take Cody's lips with his. He reached down, unbuckling Cody's belt, temperature rising at the sizable bulge he found in Cody's jeans.
Cody broke the kiss, looking down at Randy's hands that were quickly trying to remove him from his boxers, "You want this Randy?"
Randy stopped, head snapping up to look at Cody's cheeky smile, his eyebrows raised in challenge. "What the fuck do you think, Runnels?"
Cody playfully growled, lunging forward and placing rough kisses across Randy's collar bone and chest, as he kicked out of his jeans. He reached his hands into Randy's trunks, gripping the hard cock, slowly jacking him.
Randy groaned, thrusting his hips into Cody's hand, leaning against the lockers for support as he panted for breath. "Fuck Cody…don't you dare stop."
"Wouldn't dare," Cody breathed in his ear, dragging his teeth across the cartilage and biting sharply.
Cody slowly pulled down Randy's trunks, revealing his beautifully cut body, flexing and stuttering for breath as he tried to catch his breath. "God damn Randy. So fucking hot. Want you so fucking bad."
Randy gritted his teeth, the red hot lust in the air almost unbearable. He reached into Cody's boxers, their arms forming an 'x' as he began to jack Cody off himself. "Want you. Now, Cody. Gotta have it now."
Cody bit his lip, bracing an arm across the lockers as he tried to hold himself up, "Can't hurt you Randy. Don't want that…fuck!"
Randy tightened his grip on Cody's dick to near suffocating heights, his eyes narrowing as his thumb passed over the tip, "Don't care. Fuck me or I'll find someone who will."
Cody moaned, his eyes closing as he nodded. Whatever he wanted. Cody would give Randy anything.
Randy let go of Cody's dick-much to Cody's disapproval-and turned around facing the lockers, bending his ass in front of Cody.
Cody hesitated, half because of his uncertainty, half in his appreciation, and dropped to his knees, spreading Randy's cheeks apart and darting his tongue out to lick across his cleft.
"Ffffuuck…" Randy moaned, his hands reaching above him to grab for purchase on the smooth lockers. "Cody, fuck. Fuck yeah."
Cody smirked against Randy's ass, delving his tongue deeper inside Randy, opening him up wider and licking across the puckered entrance.
Cody took his time, slicking up Randy's hole, reaching up to add his fingers to the mix. Randy pushed backwards, desperately trying to get more of Cody who was having fun teasing him, thrusting his fingers into the tight heat but never far enough to reach that spot deep inside him.
"Cody! Fuckkk…Enough. Fuck me."
Cody gave one last thrust with his fingers, smiling as Randy cried out in that beautiful mixture of pleasure and pain that always seemed to accompany sex for him. Cody rose to his feet, spitting on his hand and mixing it with the precum already steadily leaking from his dick.
"Dammit Cody!" Randy yelled impatiently, banging his fist against the lockers in frustration. "I swear to God if you don't-oh FUCK!"
Cody silence Randy's begging, forcing himself into his tight body in one smooth thrust, the feel of Randy around his dick nearly too much for Cody; fuck they fit so well together.
"Shit…" Cody grunted, bracing his hand next to Randy's against the locker, noticing this and moving his hand overtop his instead, locking their fingers together.
Randy pushed back against Cody, fucking himself on Cody's dick before he came to his senses, thrusting into Randy with an abandonment that surprised the both of them. Cody was fucking all of the feelings right out of his head. Every insecurity, every insult at himself for seemingly ruining a friend's relationship, every second thought about what he was doing at this second being forgotten as he pushed himself deeper and deeper into Randy, reveling in it as the reward of Randy's moans met his ears.
He loved this man. Be dammed the consequences. Be dammed anyone who didn't approve. He would be with Randy as long as he'd have him, and he'd enjoy every…single…second of it.
"Fuck Randy, so close. You want that? Want me to come inside you?"
Randy groaned, burying his head in his arm to muffle the noises falling from his mouth as Cody viciously hammered against his prostate. Cody grabbed Randy's neck, pulling him backward and turning his head to face him. "I asked you a question Randal."
Randy moaned, crashing his lips against Cody's muttering into his mouth hushed expletives. "Fuck, please Cody. Need it."
Cody bit his bottom lip, his eyes closing tight as Randy's ass clamped down tight on his dick, thrusting into Randy with as much force and energy he could muster, reaching around to quickly jack Randy off in time with his thrusts. Randy cried out, screaming Cody's name loud enough for people to come investigating what they were doing in here, and came hard, painting his seed across the lockers, his body instantly going lifeless as he leaned against the doors for support.
The insane clenching of Randy around him finally pushed Cody completely over the edge, biting Randy's shoulder to silence his shouts, coming inside of Randy to the point it overflowed and trickled down his toned thighs.
"Fuck…" Cody muttered, kissing the deep purple bite mark on Randy's back, trying to soothe the angry-looking spot.
"I'd respond if I could think right now."
Cody chuckled from behind him, reaching down to pull himself out slowly, wincing at the painful look on Randy's face as he did so.
"Fuck my ass's gonna be sore for days. Hope Johnny doesn't notice." Randy froze, knowing that since he'd gotten what he wanted from Cody-for him to break, to finally do what they both knew they needed-the mentions of Randy's lover would most likely do no good.
"Probably. Think you can hold off on sex for a few days Randal?"
Randy raised an eyebrow as he turned to face him, wary as to why Cody was being so calm about having finally cemented himself as a homewrecker to John and Randy's relationship. "You okay?"
Cody sighed, reaching down to pick up his discarded clothes, "Yeah. I am. Randy I didn't…" He looked down, avoiding his eyes, "…I didn't think I'd be able to do this…"
Randy's eyes widened in alarm, worried he'd scared him off.
"Let me finish. I didn't think I could before…" Cody looked shyly up at Randy as he leaned forward placing a soft kiss against Randy's lips, "But now? I know I can. I want to be with you Randy. As long as you'll have me."