Title: Our Father
Pairing: Ted DiBiase Jr./Cody Rhodes, mentions of previous sexual relations between Cody/other random guys
Raiting: NC-17
Summary: Based on the comments Teddy made about thinking about going into the ministry. What if he had?
Disclaimer: All rights belong to the WWE
Warnings: Strong religious content! And perhaps a lot of sacriligious goings on...
Word Count: 7768
Feedback: Would be lovely
A/N: Gotta give a big shout out to Erica and Jane for coming up with this lovely little idea. I finally finished it! I hope this is good for you. *crosses fingers*

( Our Father, who art in Heaven... )

Exactly ONE YEAR AGO today, I wrote and posted my very first Codiasi fic. And boy has it been quite the year, from opening codiasi (which has been the most amazing comm, seriously) to the huge ground swell of people supporting and actually writing this pairing... Yeah, it's been awesome. And the boys are still going stong. :D

Soooo, this is that fic that kinda came out of nowhere, and somehow grew into this. It's yet another one shot, but I really, really like this one. Hope you guys all do, too.




Title: A Series of Miscommunications
Pairing: Ted DiBiase Jr./Cody Rhodes (with some scattered John/Randy)
Raiting: NC-17
Summary: Cody's so-called friendship with Beth doesn't sit well with Teddy
Disclaimer: All rights belong to the WWE
Feedback: Would be lovely
A/N: Just so you know, there's a lot of Beth in this one. :O I know, how dare I?! But don't let that deter you from this fic, I just thought I should let you know she's in it a lot.


( The poor boys can't seem to get their act together... )

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That is all

I know I wanted to get this done for her birthday, but, well, with work and such... Anyway, mrssammycena08 asked: "could i request a ted/cody first kiss romantic gushy...gushy drabble?? please?? :D =]" and so she gets. Happy (slightly late) birthday! I really hope this works... I don't know if it's as romantic or gushy as you would have liked, but there's definite schmoop and cute. :D


( Because of the perfect timing of the song, this fic is now called You're My Best Friend )

Ugh, I wanted to get this done before the 18th, but, alas, I got called into work and that took a solid 5 hours out of my day. Oh, well. It's still the 17th in some places. :P Ok, so, anyway, here's a short, cute and sexy 7th anniversary fic for John and Randy. :D




Home. It was a place both enjoyed being. Their days off were generally spent at home. But this day in particular they were planning on staying home. Sure, they owned this house for a year, but as soon as they stepped into the front door for the first time it became their home.

And today was their day. Their day because when they first got together, neither one ever thought they’d have an anniversary that would be legally recognized by anyone. So, even when they did get married in John’s home state of Massachusetts, they still considered this day, June 17th, their day. Not that their date in September didn’t mean anything to them, because it most certainly did, but this day…

John and Randy were sitting on the couch together, Randy’s leg thrown over John’s with Oz in the DVD player, as midnight rolled around.

“Is it too soon in the day to tell you happy anniversary?” Randy asked.

“Nah,” John replied, letting his eyes flick to Randy’s before turning back to the TV.

“Good to know that I’m more important than the show,” Randy said, even though he was as into the show as John.

“Fuck you, man. It’s almost over… You know you gotta shut up for New Year’s.”

As they watched the final minutes of season three, their bodies were constantly moving closer. Eventually Randy shifted completely so his head was now lying across John’s legs. One of John’s hands was running through Randy’s short hair, scratching his scalp gently with each pass, while the other rested on Randy’s chest, feeling his steady heartbeat on his palm. Randy’s arm was draped over the side of the couch, and his hand skimmed over John’s muscled calves.

When the show finally ended, John’s hand left Randy’s head as he grabbed the remote and clicked off the TV. “So, what was that you were saying earlier?”

“I said,” Randy began with a grin on his face, “happy anniversary.”

John bent forward and let his face hover over Randy’s as he replied, “Happy anniversary.”

Randy lifted his head up to meet John’s lips in a light kiss. John pulled back, but instantly placed another peck on Randy’s awaiting lips. Another and another and another, until he finally let his tongue out to tease over those lips, those lips that parted instantly, allowing John access into the warm cavern of his mouth. And though he knew that mouth better than anything, he’d never get sick of exploring it, reveling in the tastes that were distinctly Randy… and the spearmint AIM he was fond of. He was like a little spelunker of Randy’s mouth.

“Bedroom?” Randy murmured against John’s lips.

“Nah, I think the couch suits me just fine.”

“Well, I think our first fuck on our first anniversary as a married couple should be in the bedroom.”

That earned an eye roll from John. “You’re not done with that shit yet?”

“Would I be Randy Orton if I were to let up on something like that? Especially since you make it pretty fucking obvious that it annoys the shit out of you…”

“True… There can’t be much shit left for you to use it with, so I’ll just let it run its course…”

Randy smirked, running his hand up his body and letting it fall on John’s crotch. He felt the hardness coming to life through the jeans, and he wanted nothing more at that moment than to lie back on their bed and take John inside of him and hold him there forever, for them to be always connected. “So,” Randy began to ask, shifting his position once more so he was now kneeling on the couch, hand ghosting over John’s neck, his face centimeters from John’s, “are we going to the bedroom?”

“If that’s what you want,” John answered.

Randy smiled and placed one foot on the floor as he stood up off the couch to lead the two of them to their bedroom.

Normally couldn’t care less about where they had sex, be it on the couch, in the car, on the kitchen table, the Fenway bathroom, it was all good to him. But even he had a small romantic side, and that side of him as pleading with him to be with John in their bedroom on their anniversary.

They were up the stairs and through the door to their room in a flash. Randy sat on the edge of the bed and pulled John on top of him, and their lips met in another kiss, with John’s tongue invading Randy’s mouth nearly instantaneously.

Mouths still attached, the two men scooted up the bed so Randy’s head was now resting on the pillow. His hands were wrapped around John’s neck, and John’s hands were planted on the bed. Randy bucked his hips up, grinding his need into John’s.

John groaned, but pulled back out of their kiss. “Wanna feel you…”

Randy released the grip on his arms and let them fall from John’s neck. He then sat up as John grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and began to raise it up over his head, loving when John’s hands would graze over his skin. He lifted his hands over his head, allowing for John to remove his shirt completely.

It was a beautiful sight before him. Goddamn, seven years together and the man before him was still all he could ever ask for. John placed a hand on Randy’s chest and gently pushed him backwards until Randy’s head was on the pillow once more. He quickly removed his own shirt and tossed it to the side, where it landed on top of Randy’s.

Bending forward, John scattered kisses over Randy’s chest, flicked his tongue out over Randy’s nipples, and began his trail of kisses again down Randy’s center until he came to the band of Randy’s sweats.

Randy arched his hips off the bed, silently pleading with John to slip them over his hips and off his legs to add them to the pile of their crumpled clothing lying on the floor.

At Randy’s insisting, John hooked his fingers under the band and slid the slow slung sweats off of Randy, letting his hands skim over Randy’s legs as he moved further down. He tossed them to the ever growing pile, and then turned back to Randy. He kissed the top of each of Randy’s feet, earning him a groan from Randy. Once again, John started leaving a trail of kisses, this time up the inside of Randy’s right leg. At the inner thigh, John licked and kissed there. Though he was just inches from his target, he couldn’t let the chance to tease Randy pass him by. He attached his lips to one spot and sucked and bit and licked, marking Randy as his.

“John, please,” Randy pleaded, wanting John to put his ever talented mouth to even better use on his dick, his dick that had been aching for John’s touch for minutes now.

“What is it? What do you want me to do?” John asked as he lifted his head up and gazed right at Randy.

“Touch me,” he pleaded.

“Last I looked,” he began, running his hand over Randy’s thigh, “I was touching you.”

“Touch my dick, fuck, John, please.”

John trailed his hand from Randy’s inner thigh up to his dick, where he let just the tips of his finger brush over it. “Like that?” John asked as his fingers continued to just barely touch Randy’s hard cock.

“More. Please, I want more of you.”

John wrapped his hand around the base of Randy’s dick and gave it a light squeeze. Randy’s hips bucked up into the grasp. “Like that?”

“Yes!”

He began stroking his hand up and down the hard cock, keeping his moves slow, drawing out all the pleasure he could. Randy was making all kinds of noises, moans scattered with muttered words, strings of cusses spattered with grunts. And John was drinking it all in.

John licked from Randy’s thigh up to his hip and over to his dick, from base to tip, where he took just the head into his mouth. His tongue swirled around, picking up the stray drops of liquid that were dripping out.

Randy was fighting the urge to grab the back of John’s head and pushing him down so his entire dick was engulfed in the wet heat. He wanted to so bad. But he was also really liking what John was doing, really liked how John’s tongue was teasing just the sensitive tip of his dick while John’s hand was working him up and down. But he also really wanted John inside of him.

“John,” Randy moaned out, placing his hand on the back of John’s head, “stop.”

Raising his head off Randy’s cock, John stopped the instant Randy said anything. “What, are you—”

“No,” Randy cut him off. He knew John was asking if he was close. While he was getting there, he wasn’t there yet. But his need to feel John inside of him at that very moment was overpowering. “Want you,” was all he said.

John smiled and kneeled up, removing his own sweats that he forgot he even had on he was so lost in the moment. Once those were added on top of the pile of clothes, John reached over to their bedside table and grabbed some of the lube they kept there. He flipped open the top and squeezed a little into his hand to spread over his fingers.

Randy reached his hand up and wrapped it around the back of John’s head, pulling him down towards him in a kiss as John’s hand moved downwards in search of Randy’s entrance. He slipped one slicked up finger inside and he heard Randy’s groan in his mouth as he swallowed it up. John slid the finger in and out, letting it go in deeper and deeper with each go.

When John removed his single finger, Randy arched his hips up, longing to feel something filling him up. Going back with two fingers this time, John eased them inside Randy’s hole and twisted them, turned them, and thoroughly fucked Randy with his two fingers, just a sign of things to come.

“Shit, stop teasing!” Randy shouted as John’s fingers curled to press against his prostate.

“Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck, John, haven’t I already said that enough? I want you inside of me. Wanna feel you deep inside.”

“Sounds good to me,” John agreed, placing a quick kiss on Randy’s lips before he sat up to spread some more lube onto his dick.

Randy moved his legs, wrapping them around John’s torso. With his legs, Randy, helped inch John forward until he was fully sheathed inside.

John slowly drew his hips back, then rocked back in. He bent forward, meeting Randy’s mouth with his. Their tongues met, Randy taking John’s into his mouth, just as he took John’s dick inside of him.

John kept his slow pace, wanting this to be more than some fast, hard fuck. That was their typical MO, and this one was going to be different. John moved slowly but he went in deep. His deep thrusts pressed his dick against Randy’s prostate, causing Randy to continuously moan into John’s mouth as their tongues still tangled with one another’s.

Randy’s hand was on his cock, sliding his hand up and down, moving faster than John’s thrusts, trying to bring about his release.

Both of their orgasms were drawing close, and they knew it. John tried to stay steady with his thrusts, but as the minutes passed by, they became more erratic, faster, though still deep, hitting Randy’s prostate repeatedly.

Their kiss broke off, allowing Randy to cry out freely as his orgasm finally overtook him. His legs tightened around John, pulling him deeper inside as his ass clenched around John’s dick. His head was thrown back into the pillow, hips arched off the bed as his cum splashed over his stomach.

John continued to move his own hips back and forth, focusing on the pleasure of his dick buried within Randy’s tight, clenching hole and letting his orgasm wash over him. His eyes scrunched closed as he began to shoot within Randy’s body, his own cries mixing with Randy’s.

“Happy anniversary,” John said once more as his breathing started to even out. He slipped his now limp dick out of Randy’s ass and lay himself down on top of him.

“Love you,” Randy told John with a lazy, satisfied smile.

“You, too. Wanna go get cleaned up a bit?”

“How do you think we should do that? Shower?”

“I’d be up for a shower.”

When they woke up that morning, Randy’s back was pressed up into John’s front, and he felt John’s hard dick on him. “Hey, what are we doing today?” Randy asked sleepily.

“I dun care,” John muttered, his voice also heavy with sleep. “We could just stay in bed all day.”

“As tempting as that may be,” Randy replied, sliding out of John’s arms and sitting up, sliding over to the side of the bed and letting his legs hang off, “I’m too ADD to not get some change of scenery.”

“Alright, then. You have anything in mind?”

“No. I was hoping you would. You’re the plan guy… Well, at least out of the two of us...”

“Yeah. I dunno.”

“Did you know that this is the copper anniversary?” Randy asked out of no where.

“Come again?” John lifted himself up onto his elbow as he stared at the back of Randy’s head.

“The 7th. It’s the copper anniversary.”

“Really? Do you want the pennies outta my pocket then?”

“No, I was just stating a fact.”

“I never took you for one of those guys that bursts out random facts left and right. Sounds more like something Cody would do.”

“Oh, well, he’s the one that told me that.”

John shook his head and laughed. “Figures. Kid should go on Jeopardy.”

“He should. So, what are we doing today?”

“Well, we could go out to dinner somewhere.”

“Fuck that. We eat out too much, I don’t want to go out to dinner while we’re home.”

“Then why don’t you cook us something?” John suggested. He shifted up onto his knees and walked himself over to Randy, resting his hands on Randy’s shoulders and moving his thumbs around in soothing circles.

“Like what?”

“Are you saying that you will cook us dinner today?”

Randy shrugged, and tipped his head forward as John deepened the massage he had begun to give. “Maybe. What do you want tonight? Shit, what do we even have in here to cook?”

“Not a damn clue. We can go find out.”

“We could always make dinner together.”

“Why? So you can tell me what I’m doing wrong, just like at Thanksgiving?”

“Nah, it was just a suggestion. Cuz, ya know, couples that cook together… Stay together…” Randy finished, unable to come up with anything better to say.

“Well, that is a nice thought. But, let’s face it, we’ve been together for seven years, which means we’ve known each other for eight, and we’re still happy and still together, even with all the shit we’ve been through, and even with you being, well, yourself. On the other hand, maybe cooking together wouldn’t be such a bad idea.”

Randy grinned. “Not a bad idea at all. I think we have some chicken somewhere. You know what? We could grill it up, have ourselves a barbeque out on the back deck. It’ll be easier than cooking up some fancy dinner. And it’s more… Us.”

“Ok, barbeque it is. This should be our thing. Each year. At least when we’re home, ya know? Just the two of us should have an anniversary barbeque.”

“We could do that. I’ll have to ask Cody what next year’s is. Hey, do you think we should start all over? Should we actually be approaching the, what is it? Paper anniversary?”

“Fuck that.” John reached down and grabbed Randy’s left hand, the hand with the ring on it. “It’s not like we ever needed these,” John said as he ran his finger over the band. “Don’t get me wrong, I love it, I love having you, but we never needed them. So we’ll let Ted and Cody have the paper, and we’ll be satisfied with copper. How’s that sound?”

“Sounds fine by me.”

She asked for some Codiasi (and then John and Randy went and butted their noses into it, heh), and last week's post-match huggles was just too cute to not write about. BUT, where I've stopped, well, it could easily be continued. So, let me know if you want this to be continued, cuz I'll do it if you want me to, since right where I've left it, well, it's cuuuuute. If you want sexin' or anything of the like, don't be afraid to tell me. :D And, also, if anyone else would like a drabble, place your requests here




They won, they fucking won, and it took all of Cody’s being to not physically jump Teddy in the middle of the ring in front of thousands of people. He, did, however, come up behind him and give him an enormous hug, and, if he was honest, nearly a kiss, as well. Just before he had the chance to turn Ted’s face to his, he snapped back and remembered that they were, indeed, in front of thousands of people.

Teddy’s face simply read, “That’s right, he’s my man.”

Even as they struggled backstage after taking a sledgehammer shot, their excitement would not be contained. They embraced again as soon as they were behind the curtain, this time not caring who saw them. Slowly and with giddy smiles on their faces, they headed to the locker room with their arms around each other’s waists.

Cody’s fingers moved lightly back and forth over Ted’s bare skin. The gentle movements sent sparks throughout Ted’s body. He could never get enough of Cody’s little touches. Whether they touched in the ring or backstage or in the privacy of their own apartment, it was never enough. And it wasn’t the touches that were laced with intentions of sex, not touches that were made simply because he was horny and had the need to get off, no, these were touches that said I love you, touches that said just being around you is enough for me. It was that kind of touch Teddy longed for.

Once back in the locker room, Ted turned within Cody’s hold and fully embraced the younger man in his strong arms. He smiled and placed a light kiss on Cody’s lips. Pulling back, his eyes held onto Cody’s, letting himself get lost in the dancing blue ocean, which he found himself doing very often. It was so easy to lose yourself in Cody’s eyes.

Cody tilted his head forward for another kiss, and as his tongue slid between Ted’s willingly parted lips, his hands began to slide further up and down over Ted’s still sweat-slicked torso.

“You two should be happy that Legacy…” Randy began, looking over to his husband before continuing, “and Johnny here have a locker room to ourselves. You get to avoid all the awkward stares.”

“I don’t think they’re actually listening,” John informed Randy after seeing no reaction whatsoever once Randy finished speaking.

“Can we go back to the room?” Cody whispered into Ted’s ear just before his teeth latched onto the lobe.

“Sounds good to me,” Ted answered.

“You mean you two don’t wanna come out with us?” Randy asked the pair.

“Don’t sound too disappointed,” Cody shot back.

“Oh, sorry. Let me try that again. You mean you guys,” Randy began with a sniffle as he wiped away an imaginary tear, “don’t want to come with us? Do you dislike our company that much?”

“Yes,” both Ted and Cody answered at the same time.

“Hey, just because Randy has this amazing ability to annoy the hell outta whoever he’s around doesn’t mean you should include me in with him,” John said in his defense.

“True. Ok, you’re cool.”

“You know what, Cody? Fuck you, too. Go on, we don’t want you there with us anyway. And I hope the sex sucks.”

“Wow, Randy. Just… Wow. Your maturity level amazes me. No, no, wait, I take that back. I know you well enough by now. Nothing you say or do amazes me anymore. And you willingly live with this every single day?” Cody directed his question to John.

“Yup,” he answered with a nod of his head.

“Brave soul. Now, if you can excuse us, we’re off to have mind blowing sex, despite what Randy may wish upon us,” Cody said, looking directly at Randy and sticking his tongue out.

“And you question my maturity level?” Randy countered with a smirk, unable to fight it. “So, what are you waiting for? Go on, go do whatever it is you’re gonna do.”

“Ok, I’m gonna go fuck my boyfriend now, thanks. See you guys later.”

Ted was smiling and laughing to himself as two of his best friends bickered. He could remember backstage at some of the events he went to with his dad where Cody and Randy were both in attendance, and recalled those two squabbling over something all the time. Some things never changed. “See ya later. And thanks for wishing shitty sex on me, too,” Ted said.

“Oh, the sex can be amazing for you, just not him. That’s all. Now go before you lose the moment.”

“You just want this place to yourselves,” Cody stated.

“Sooo? What are you two waiting for? Me to personally throw you out of here?”

Cody held up his hands as he leaned against the door. “Can I at least get some pants on first?”

She asked for "Um ok how about....at a deserted roadside motel?!". If anyone else would like a drabble (no, you don't actually have to do the meme in return), then you can make your request here! This is pretty much straight up (so to speak) smut. You have been warned, or, ya know, encouraged...



“Pull over,” Randy ordered.

“Do you have to take a piss, or something?” John asked when all he saw on the side of the road was some run down, hole-in-the-wall motel.

“No. I want us to stop there,” Randy stated, pointing to said motel.

John turned his head to face Randy. “Why? You realize you can drive from one side of the state and back within a single day, don’t you? This is Mass, not Missouri.”

They had been driving across the state during their day off, just for kicks. They avoided Boston, saving that for another time, today was a day for driving around in the country and through small towns. No GPS, just the back roads and each other for company. It was nearing evening, and they were still about an hour away from their city of West Newbury. And right now they were in one of those more rural areas west of their city of residence.

“I’m not a complete dumbass. But I think we should stop there. We never stop at—,”

“Roach infested rat holes?” John saw Randy eyeing him up hungrily. “Well, fuck me, I never thought I’d see the day where Randy Orton wanted to stop at a flea bag motel for a quick fuck. Only reason I never suggested it was cuz I thought you’d do nothing but bitch about it…” John put the car in park and shut off the engine just before unlocking the door. Both men stepped out and shut the doors behind them, but not before Randy grabbed the lube from the Mustang’s glove box. John then locked the doors as he walked to meet Randy on the other side of the car.

Together they headed in through the hotel entrance where they saw a man watching TV up at the front desk. They walked up to him as he said around a toothpick, “What can I do for ya?”

John leaned against the desk and gave the man one of his big, dimply smiles. “We’d like a room,” he told him, watching the man out of the corner of his eyes while his full attention was on Randy, making his intentions very clear.

The man looked back and forth between them and saw how Randy was returning John’s stare. “How long will you be needing the room for?”

“Couple hours,” Randy answered, not breaking the eye contact he formed with John, and his voice laced heavily with his want and need for John.

The desk guy told John the rate, which he happily paid, and was then handed the key to room 4.

John and Randy headed back outside and turned down along the side of the building, walking until they hit room 4. John slid the metal key into the lock and turned it until he heard the click of the door unlocking. He opened it and switched on the light. Both stepped inside and were greeted with a wave of a heavy smoky smell.

“Goddamn, it stinks in here.” John never liked the smell of smoke, and he absolutely hated it when Randy came back inside their house after having a smoke reeking of cigarettes.

Randy shut the door behind him, grabbing John’s shoulders and spinning him around, pulling him in close and crushing their mouths together. “Don’t worry, baby,” Randy said between kisses, “it’ll be smelling like us soon enough.”

John pushed back on Randy, slamming him against the old wood door, kissing him fiercely while his hand searched for the lock, clicking it shut once he found it.

Randy’s hands were both on John’s face, palms on his cheeks, fingers curled over his ears.

Breaking away from the kiss, John began to place little kisses over Randy’s face, making his way down his neck. He took a step backwards, and Randy followed, if only to keep the contact of John’s mouth on his skin. Together they walked back until John’s knees hit the side of the bed.

“Hold on,” John muttered into Randy’s neck. He turned and grabbed the comforter, pulling it down to the end of the bed. He also made sure to kick off his shoes, because who knew what he and Randy would be getting up to…

Randy pushed on John’s shoulders, getting him to sit. “Roll over.”

Doing as he was told, John rolled over, letting his legs hang over the side of the bed. He reached down and made quick work of the button and zipper on his jeans. He slid them and his boxers over his hips, exposing his full, firm ass to Randy, who began kneading it within his hands.

“Shit, I can never get enough of your ass.” Randy’s hands left John’s ass as he worked to get his own jeans off. He toed off his shoes at the same time he pushed his jeans and briefs down to the floor where he kicked them off and tossed them to the side. He lifted each foot where he pulled off his socks before looking down to see his hard cock jutting up against his stomach. He inhaled a sharp breath when his hand made contact with his dick. It was begging to be inside John, and who was Randy to deny his dick anything? “Kneel on the bed,” Randy said to John. While John adjusted his position, Randy bent down and fished the lube out of his jeans pocket that he had grabbed out of the car earlier.

John wiggled his ass slightly, enticing Randy to him. “Show me how much you want it. Fuck me through this cheap, shitty ass mattress.”

“That’s the plan,” Randy said as he circled one slicked up finger around John’s awaiting asshole. He pushed forward as John pressed back, practically begging for it. He inched his long, slim finger in, feeling John relaxing around him. He circled it around, slowly working to loosen the muscle.

“More,” John grunted, fucking himself on Randy’s finger.

“Whatever you want.” Randy slipped the finger out before going back in with two. “Can’t wait for my dick to be inside you.”

“Shit, fuck, goddamn… Want it now.”

Randy, always one to oblige his man’s wishes, twisted his fingers around a couple more times before removing them completely. He heard a whimper from John, knowing the sound came less from the loss of contact and more for the anticipation of what was coming next. Randy squeezed some lube into his hand, which he spread quickly over his dick before finding John’s hole and pushing himself in completely in one thrust, the force slamming John down into the mattress. “Like that?”

“Just like that,” John replied as Randy’s next thrust ground his body further into the mattress.

Randy raised one knee and placed it next to John, improving his leverage. He bent forward, running one hand up John’s t-shirt, over his sweat-sheened back. Right now he didn’t care that there were two layers of fabric between his chest and John’s back, no, right now he was focused on his dick, which was balls deep inside of his husband. Right where it belonged.

The force of Randy’s thrusts picked up, jerking John forward, and he was now completely splayed out along the mattress. John’s cock rubbed over the coarse fabric of the bedspread, and he welcomed the burning friction as it counteracted the sheer pleasure that Randy’s dick pressing against his prostate brought him.

Randy let his hand run up John’s back to his neck. He caressed John’s neck, fingers drawing up goosebumps as they trailed over the sensitive flesh. Moving further up, Randy’s fingers rand through John’s hair. He scratched his nails over John’s scalp, down his neck, while his mouth attacked the opposite side. His hips kept thrusting, all the while, and it was driving John completely and utterly crazy.

John’s hands were grabbing onto anything they could reach, from the sheets and bed frame before him to Randy’s ass behind him and Randy’s hand on his face. His head was tilted towards the side of Randy’s hand, his right, and he was shouting out string after sting of cusses as Randy stimulated his entire body oh so expertly.

“Holy fuck! Fuck, Randy, so fucking close!”

“Same,” Randy growled into his ear. He then dropped his head back down to John’s neck, licking and sucking and kissing and nibbling it. But when he clamped down on the juncture of his neck and collarbone, it finally sent John spilling over the edge. John’s hips bucked up, trying to draw Randy in deeper as his ass involuntarily clenched around Randy’s dick. He didn’t even try to hide his shouts and cries as he came, either. If you couldn’t yell out in sexual pleasure at a pay-by-the-hour motel, where could you?

Feeling John’s clenching heat around him was what finally did it for Randy. John was riding out the tail end of his orgasm as Randy’s climax took him. His hips bucked in, pushing himself impossibly deeper into John’s ass. He rode wave after wave of pleasure, shooting within John’s ass.

Still breathing heavily, Randy pulled out and John rolled over. He drew Randy’s face towards him for a kiss, letting his tongue lazily trace around Randy’s lips before slipping it into the parted mouth.

“We didn’t break the bed frame,” John muttered against Randy’s lips.

“We’ve got time.”

It's been a long time since I just wrote porn, hasn't it? This fic is set after Mondy's Raw where we got some sex, but not enough. Therefore, some had to be provided. This is for you, Kitty! Hope you feel better soon! *hugs* Also, it's not even 3000 words, which means NO CUT.



Randy was waiting, just waiting for the music to begin. And there it was. And where the music was, John was. And there he was. Even from yards apart, the tension between them was palpable. Their eyes were locked from the get-go.

They wanted at each other, that much was obvious. But just how they wanted each other, well, that was best masked via punches to the head and holds that put the other in precarious positions, naturally.

The match rolled on, pitting everyone BUT John and Randy together. And then the moment finally came. John and Randy were in the ring together once more. The crowd went wild, the two of them were just as worked up about it. And then John tagged in Dave. Randy tagged in Ted, not, like the announcers said, because he wanted nothing to do with Dave, but because he wanted everything to do with John.

Still, though their time in the ring together was short, each time their eyes met from across the ring, a spark shot down both of their spines. It was just a matter of time before they met again.

When Randy crawled into the ring, John turned around on him and couldn’t fight the corners of his lips from turning upwards when he saw the predatory look on Randy’s face. As Randy slithered back out, John couldn’t help but say “You don’t want none of this,” but Randy thought otherwise. In fact, it was quite contrary; he wanted all of that. It wouldn’t be much longer until he had it all to himself in the privacy of their hotel room… Or the locker room shower… Or both.

Finally. Finally they were back in the ring once more. The adrenaline was pumping through their bodies as they made their way through the match. Their touches would linger on one another longer than necessary, because of their sheer need to be close.

Over on the ropes, Randy had John bent over the second rope and his hand found its way to John’s throat. As the hand tightened around his throat, it was all John could do to fight the blood rush straight to his dick. Fuck, he loved when Randy did that to him.

And even though they were losing anyway, as soon as John left on his little chase after Show, Randy lost his vibe. He didn’t want to be away from him. He couldn’t be away from him. The two of them together owned that match, and everyone knew it. As soon as John was gone, the match was done, and Randy wanted it over with immediately, because that meant he’d be back with John once more.

“Could you two make yourselves any more obvious?” Ted asked Randy and John as soon as they were backstage.

The rush and the high they had during the match was still going strong, and both John and Randy tuned out the sounds around them, focusing only on one another. “Want you,” Randy breathed out.

“Can you wait until we get to the hotel?” was John’s hasty question back to him. Of course there was one answer he was hoping for, hell, practically begging for. Just one little word was all he wanted to hear in response.

“No.”

Bingo. That was the answer he was looking for, because he knew for a fact that after that match, there was no way he’d make it back to the hotel without having to touch Randy. In fact, he wanted, no needed to touch Randy at that very moment.

As the two of them ran off to God knows where, Ted and Cody stayed behind, amused at the two older men. “Well, damn, six years has treated them well…” Ted said.

“Old age hasn’t slowed them down at all.”

“Randy’s gonna be pissed when I tell him you said he was old.”

Cody spun on his heel to face Ted, his hands on his hips and his mouth open. “What the fuck is that? You better not say anything.”

“Or what?” When Cody said nothing in reply, and instead his mouth closed and turned from a gaping hole to a pout, Ted continued, “That’s what I thought. You know you love me.”

“Dumbass,” Cody said, although the small upturn of his lips said otherwise. “Think we should go back to the hotel now?” he asked, leaning in so his forehead was pressed lightly against Ted’s.

“Mmm, yeah, I think we should.”

There was their salvation. This was what they had been praying for. Right in front of them was the empty shower stall. The fact that there was someone just two showers down didn’t bother them in the least bit. No, they were in their zone. They were all about each other.

Randy was out of his boots and trunks in a flash and hand them flung over a towel hook, not even caring if he had a towel for himself. John fumbled around with his shorts, damning himself, not for the first time, for wearing denim shorts as opposed to plain old trunks. They just seemed to complicate things.

Eventually John was out of his ring attire and he and Randy were there, nothing between them. There was no fabric in the way, blocking their chests, legs and crotches from touching as they came together in a heated kiss.

While they were pressed flush together, John began walking, pushing Randy backwards until they were against the wall. He let his left hand caress Randy’s neck while the other turned the water on.

Both of Randy’s arms were wrapped around John’s lower back and his hands were splayed out over John’s ass. They grabbed and kneaded the firm muscle beneath them, causing little groans of pleasure to escape John’s mouth.

They stepped backwards into the full spray of the shower head, the hot water splashing over their sweaty bodies. The water fought to work its way down in between them, but they were pressed so tightly together that the water was fighting a losing battle. Instead the water pooled on their chests and flowed over in rivers down their sides.

Randy ground his hips forward, as their bodies were pressed closer still. Their lips only parted when both men were desperate for air. And now, as both men stood under the hot spray, panting for breath, their eyes locked once more, blue on blue.

“I need to feel you,” Randy muttered. “Please, John, I need you.”

Randy’s hand slid from John’s back around towards his front as they finally moved away, letting the water course down over them. Randy wrapped his hand around John’s cock, stroking up and down.

John let his head fall back briefly before he dropped it forward, letting it land on Randy’s shoulder. He turned his head and his tongue darted out over Randy’s neck. He pressed a kiss to the same spot, letting his lips linger as he mumbled, “Need to feel me?” against Randy’s hot skin. He moved his mouth upwards, letting his teeth latch on lightly to the lobe and tugging slightly. Again, his tongue darted out of his mouth as he licked around the shell of the same ear. “You wanna feel my dick in your ass?” he whispered.

“Yessss,” Randy moaned, his voice low in his throat.

“Get yourself ready for me,” John told him. “I want to watch you slide your long fingers deep inside your ass, preparing yourself for my dick,” he said, stepping back to grab hold of his cock.

Randy bit his quivering bottom lip. He stepped back over to the wall and placed one hand against the tiles before bending forward slightly. Reaching his hand around, he teased his water soaked pointer finger around the rim of his asshole. He circled around a couple times before finally breeching the tight hole with the single finger.

The noises he was making were exquisite, and John moved in close to make sure he could hear every guttural moan Randy was producing.

“Fuck, you look so hot,” John groaned. His hand was still lightly stroking himself up and down as the water from the shower beat down on his chest.

Randy’s finger was in as far as it could go. He pulled back with his finger as his hips drew forward, and he drove his hips backwards as he moved his finger deep inside of himself. “You like that? You like watching me?”

“Oh, yeah,” John answered, even though there was no answer necessary. Randy already knew. “Add another finger. Fuck yourself with two fingers for me.”

“Whatever you say.” Randy withdrew his finger, only to go back in with two. He moved in slowly at first, adjusting to the widening of his hole around the two fingers. Once he was all the way in, he began to twist them around inside of himself as he slid them in and out.

Again, Randy found himself biting his lower lip. This time it was because he was fighting the urge to drop his hand from the wall and touch his aching cock. His cock was hard and begging for attention. No matter how deep he impaled himself on his fingers, he could not reach that spot inside, that one spot that would send a fever throughout his body. “John, please,” he begged, “please fuck me.” He turned his head over his shoulder and caught John staring at him.

Before he knew what hit him, John was behind him, pulling his hand out of his ass. He felt John’s teeth attach themselves to the juncture of his neck and collarbone just before he felt John’s long, water slicked cock enter his body.

“Fuck,” he hissed as the flash of pain hit him at the entrance.

John was also muttering curse words here and there. “Oh, shit, Randy, you’re always so fuckin’ tight.” Fully sheathed around Randy’s ass, John remained motionless while his hand dropped down to take hold of Randy’s dick.

“Shit,” Randy said. It felt so good. His neglected cock was finally getting the attention it desperately craved. He groaned at the first stroke of John’s hand up and down. And when John began moving his hips, sliding back until he had nearly pulled out, Randy began spilling out a string of swears. He jutted his hips back, trying to get John back inside of him, but John was having none of it.

“Uh-uh,” John said. He stilled his hand on Randy’s cock down at the base. “Let me do the work for ya.” And with that, he pushed his hips forward, driving his dick back deep within Randy. “God, you feel good.”

Randy’s hand was clawing at the wall, just trying to latch onto something as John picked up the pace behind him, slamming his hips forward with renewed vigor.

Even though John told Randy not to move, he couldn’t help it. It had become natural reaction for him as he pushed backwards with each thrust of John’s hips forwards.

John’s hand continued to stroke over Randy’s cock in time to the thrust of his hips. And he didn’t slow when he felt Randy’s hand lower and cover his own. Together they slid up and down, both of their thumbs brushing against one another as they went to swipe over the sensitive tip.

Randy bent the arm that was holding him, causing him to buck forward and slam his head into the wall with John’s thrust. He grunted from the pain, but the pleasure he was getting from John’s dick in his ass and John’s hand stroking his own dick was far overpowering. “Fuck me harder,” he told John.

After the sick thud that resulted from Randy’s head against the tile, John nearly pulled out, but he trusted Randy to tell him if there was any real problem, so he obliged Randy’s wishes.

John thrust in and out of Randy’s tight heat, the sounds of his balls slapping against Randy’s skin echoing throughout the shower, the noise of the spray not blocking it any. John could feel his climax building in the pit of his stomach. The feeling intensified as Randy’s ass clenched around him, magnifying the tightness. He pressed his chest up to Randy’s back as he began whispering to him once more. “Randy, fuck, you feel so fuckin’ good. I’m gonna come.”

“Yeeaaaah,” Randy moaned, pushing back against John at the sound of his words. “Wanna feel your cum inside me.”

“Fuck,” John cried with the final thrust of his hips forward. He began to shoot, the cum going deep within Randy. His dick twitched as it gave up its final drops. He pulled his cock out with a ‘pop’ and watched as some dribbles of cum followed.

Spinning Randy around, he pushed him back against the wall and captured his mouth with his own once more. His tongue was instantly welcomed into Randy’s mouth. The kiss was brief, cut off once John pulled his head back. He grabbed Randy’s shoulders and brought them back under the spray of the shower.

John had Randy’s still hard cock in his hand and dropped down to his knees on the wet tiles. He slipped the tip of Randy’s dick into his mouth, causing Randy’s head to drop backwards, the water pouring onto his face, but at that moment he couldn’t give two shits about much of anything except how fucking great it felt to have John’s mouth on his cock.

A hand slid around to Randy’s ass, and John slipped a finger into the used hole, the entrance greatly eased by the cum still coating it.

“Motherfucker,” Randy groaned as his hands wrapped behind John’s head, forcing him down further. John’s mouth opened further, accepting all of Randy into him.

John’s other hand cupped Randy’s balls, and he began to play with them. And he could feel them tighten and feel Randy’s body stiffen, and he knew that Randy was close. Which only caused him to work at it harder. He bobbed up and down, his tongue licking up the underside, his teeth grazing lightly over the head, sending shivers up Randy’s spine.

The grip on John’s head tightened and Randy managed to croak out, “Fuck, I’m—,” was all he could say before he bucked forward and let loose. John worked his throat as quickly as he could, swallowing the cum as it shot from Randy’s dick.

John stood, his knees aching from being on the hard tiles, but as long as Randy was happy, he didn’t really care. And the satisfied look on Randy’s face proved to him just how happy he was.

“Fuck, that was good,” Randy told him before he leaned forward and licked up a stray drop of his cum that had managed to escape John’s mouth. From there, his lips pressed against John’s and he moaned as the taste of his cum mingled with the distinct taste of John. Now that was something he’d never tire of. Parts of himself intertwined with parts of John. Tastes of himself mixed with tastes of John.

“Baby,” John said as he broke off the kiss, “did you grab a towel?”

Randy’s eyes shifted. “Uhh, no? Aren’t there some around somewhere?”

“I dunno…”

“You don’t even have a t-shirt around do you?”

“No. Hold on,” John told him. He walked to the edge of the stall and peeked his head around the corner and discovered a rack of towels down at the end. Never one for modesty, John headed down and grabbed two towels, wrapping one around his waist and throwing the other over his shoulder. He stepped back into the shower and tossed the towel to Randy, who had previously shut the water off.

“You’re supposed to be the reasonable one, John, you know, the one that thinks ahead and realizes this kinda shit.”

“Well, I’m sorry, you can get distracting.”

“Can I, now?”

“Yeah. What with all your ‘Oh, John, I wanna feel your enormous cock deep inside my hot, tight ass,’ what else am I supposed to do?”

Randy was gaping at John, towel in hand, paused from the circles it was making on his chest, not sure whether to laugh or to punch him for actually suggesting he’d say something like that. “You know what? You’re an asshole.”

“Yeah, but I’m your asshole. And you love me.”

“That’s only because no one else could ever put up with you.”

“Then we were meant for each other, weren’t we? Because I doubt there’s anyone else out there that’d want to put up with you.”

“I guess we are, John, I guess we are.”

Read part 4-1 first!!!!!

( More angsty Oz fic this way )

“What do you want for your birthday, Babe?” John asked Randy two weeks before his birthday as they lie together in their bed in their home.

“Hmm, what do I want?” Randy said out loud to himself, his head resting on John’s chest. “Well, for starters, I want you to promise me that you won’t wake me up at three in the fucking morning.”

“Oh, quit your bitchin’. Seriously, what do you want me to get you for your birthday?”

Randy shrugged and said, “Don’t care.”

“Don’t be like that. I know there’s something you want.”

“Now, baby, how could I ever want anything else other than you?” Randy muttered, placing a kiss on John’s chest.

“Asshole.”

Randy sat up, a feigned look of hurt on his face. “Me? Are you calling me an asshole? I was being nice, for once in my life, and you turn around and call me an asshole. I see how it is. No love.”

“Maybe if you were actually being serious about it, I wouldn’t have had to inform you about your being an asshole. But as it were, well… Now, tell me what you really want for your birthday.”

Randy flopped down onto a pile of fluffy pillows that lined the headboard and folded his arms behind his head. “Alright… I want you to fly Teddy and Cody over here the day before my birthday so they can spend the night in the guest bedroom. The next day, my birthday, you won’t be waking me up at three AM. Once we sleep in until about 10, you can make us all waffles—”

“What the fuck? You want waffles?”

Randy cocked his head to the side and said with a smirk, “Can’t a guy ask for his loving, caring, adoring husband to make him waffles on his birthday?”

“Well, when you put it like that… So, what’s next?”

“Oh, you gotta break out that real maple syrup… That shit’s good. Ok, so, once we’re done breakfast we can show them our hot tub.”

“Ok, now we’re getting to the real reason you want Ted and Cody here for your birthday.”

“Like you didn’t know from the start. Anyway, later that day, we’ll have to go somewhere nice for dinner. And don’t you dare tell anyone there that it’s my birthday. It someone gets everyone in the restaurant singing happy birthday, I won’t hesitate to hit you.”

“What if it’s one of your Legacy clones that tells a waiter that it’s your birthday?”

Randy gave a brief pause before answering, “I’d still hit you.”

John rolled over on top of Randy and smiled down at him. “You’d still hit me?”

Randy smirked, “Yeah. I’d hit it hard, too.” He raised his head up and placed a light kiss on John’s lips. “Over and over and over,” he told him, punctuating each word with a kiss. “But that’s another matter for another time. Because after dinner, we’d come back to our room, all four of us and we would spend the rest of the night—”

“Oh, let me guess! Watching America’s Next Top Model.”

“I’d fuck Tyra. She’s got an ass to rival yours,” Randy stated, reaching around and grabbing a handful of John’s ass.

“So, we’d spend the rest of the night fucking is what you’re saying.”

“Pretty much,” Randy agreed with a nod. “Assuming, of course, that you’re ok with that. If you would rather spend the day just the two of us…”

“No, it’s cool. It’s your birthday, after all.”

“Yeah… Oh, you know what? This will be my first birthday while married.”

John rolled his eyes. “Fuckin’ A, I thought you were done with all that.”

“Fuck no. And we haven’t even gotten to the actual day yet,” Randy added with a smirk. “You know you love it.”

“Yeah, right, no.”

“Ah, but you do love me, which in turn means you love everything I say, which means that you love it when I do that.”

“Not so much, actually. In fact, your sick and twisted logic really doesn’t make any sense. That’d be like me saying you love every time I say ‘You can’t see me!’ and I know how much that annoys the shit outta you.”

“Good point… But I think we established a long time ago that I only like you for the sex.”

“What, my charm has nothing to do with it?”

“Charm my ass; it’s really all about the physical. Like your abs, for example. Those are nice. And your arms, well, those fuckers are huge. Not to mention your dick, which I could go on and on about, but I’m sure you’ve heard it all before. But your wit and charm? Honestly, it does nothing for me.”

“That’s good to know. Sooo, now that we’ve decided on something you want for your birthday, how about I show you exactly why you like me?”

“That works for me.”

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“What are you two doing April 1st?” John asked Ted and Cody in the locker room at the soonest show he could.

“I don’t think I have that far ahead planned out,” Teddy told him

“It’s only two weeks away, how can you not have that time all planned out?”

“Because I’m not you, Code. I don’t have every second of my day written out in some planner three months in advance. So, tell me, do we have anything going on that day?”

“Well, it’s Randy’s…” Cody paused and looked towards John. “Does he want us there for his birthday?”

John reached into his back pocket and handed them two plane tickets to fly back with them on the same flight they were both taking the day before Randy’s birthday. “Special request. Looks like you two will be spending a couple days in Mass. There’ll be waffles.”

Ted laughed, “Lord knows I can’t turn down waffles.”

“Looks like we’ll be in Mass.”

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The two weeks passed quickly and soon all four men were on a flight out of Texas and into the Boston airport.

The four made their way through the parking lot where Randy’s Hummer was parked. “Lucky us, we get a ride in the Hummer,” Cody said.

“Lucky you indeed,” Randy said. “Just don’t go doing anything in the back there, it’s still in good condition and it doesn’t need anything else on the seats.”

“Get over it, Randy. It’s two years old and you treat it—”

“Her,” Randy corrected.

“Ok, you treat her as though we haven’t already fucked back there.”

“I already said I don’t want jizz all over the seats.”

“Thanks for trusting us so much,” Ted said. “Do you really think we’d actually do something in the backseat of your car?”

“I wouldn’t put it past you two.”

“We’re not you two,” Cody pointed out.

“Don’t be so sure.”

After loading in their luggage, Randy stepped up into the driver’s seat, John into the passenger seat and Ted and Cody got into the back. “So… We can’t do anything back here?” Ted asked Randy, glancing around the roomy space. “Isn’t the drive an hour long? Do you really think we can sit back here for an hour without touching each other?”

“Give Cody his Gameboy and he’ll be fine.” Randy began to back out of the space and drove around the parking lot until they were out and on the road back to their house in West Newbury. Randy glanced into the rear view mirror and couldn’t help but to smile when he saw Cody leaning against Ted, head resting on his shoulder as Ted’s arm was wrapped around Cody. “Is he sleeping?” Randy asked.

Turning his head as far as he could to look at Cody, Ted replied, “I think so.”

“You should draw on his face, or something. Put I then draw a heart and then dick across his forehead.”

“Fuck you, Randy,” Cody said as he opened his eyes and lifted his head off of Ted’s shoulder. “You’re such an ass.”

“It’s true though, isn’t it?” Randy asked, his eyes catching Cody’s in the mirror.

“That’s not the point. Besides, I only like Teddy’s dick.”

“It’s dick none-the-less,” John butt in.

“Are you telling me you didn’t like our times together, Cody? That gets me right here,” Randy said, placing his hand over his heart.

“I’m not talking to either of you anymore. Teddy, you better not encourage them. And, incase you forgot, the rest of you seem to enjoy it just as much as I do, thanks.”

Ted smiled at his boyfriend and pat his head, encouraging him to lay it back down on his shoulder. “No need to get all worked up, baby. My guess is John did it to Randy years ago and he’s still bitter about it.”

“How’d you know?” John asked. The question earned John a punch in the arm from Randy. “That was uncalled for.”

“Nah, I don’t think so.”

The four continued to talk for the remainder of the drive and they arrived at the Cena Orton household at 10 pm. Randy parked out in the driveway and all of them climbed down out of the car. Grabbing their suitcases, the four men headed up to the front door and went inside. “Welcome to our humble home,” Randy said as the two younger men stared in awe at their impressive house. “You’ll have to come back once we actually have the garage built this year. Someone decided to buy out the empty lot next to us so he could have somewhere to stick all his cars.”

“You don’t just stick cars into a garage, they’re kept.”

“They’re still down in Florida. All of his cars.”

“There’s no fuckin way I was bringing them up here in the winter with no place to put them. I’m not letting them out in snow and salt and sand and shit. Fuck that.”

Completely ignoring John’s rant, Randy said to Cody and Ted, “Alright, you two, follow me. And bring your shit.” He left his own suitcase down at the foot of the stairs and began heading up. He led them to a large bedroom off to the right side directly at the top of the stairs. “Here ya go. This is where you’ll be staying… Tonight, at least,” he added with a wink, alluding to the next night.

The couple walked in and stood their suitcases up against a wall. Cody flopped down on the bed, his legs hanging over the side. “Is my little Cody tired?” Teddy asked him.

“Nah, just checking it out,” he replied, crossing his arms behind his head.

“Did you guys want something to eat? I’m pretty sure that we have some frozen pizzas we could cook up. And, shit, even if we don’t, we still have… No, wait, I don’t think we have any bread, either… But I really do think we have pizzas.”

Teddy shrugged, “Sure.”

“Sounds good to me.”

“Alright, I’ll go check,” Randy said. He walked out of the room and stood at the top of the stairs where he shouted out, “JOHN!”

“WHAT?” John cried back.

“DO WE HAVE ANY PIZZA?”

“HOLD ON!” John went to the freezer and rummaged through, finding a single frozen pizza under a few other things in their scarcely filled freezer. Without walking the thirty or so steps to the stairs, John yelled out, “WE GOT ONE!”

“THANKS!” Randy headed back into the room and passed on the news. “We only got one left, so if you want to split it, let me know.”

“Sure,” they said at the same time.

“Ok.” Randy walked back out and shouted downstairs once more. “JOHN! CAN YOU START IT?”

“ALREADY DID!” he answered.

“YOU’RE SUCH A SWEETHEART!”

“FUCK YOU!”

“LOVE YOU TOO, ASSHOLE!”

“YOU KNOW IT!”

Ted and Cody came out of the guest room, smirking at Randy. “You two have to be the epitome of the perfect couple. You can see that the love runs deep.”

“This’ll be you in no time.”

“Looking forward to it,” Teddy said looking straight at Cody, who couldn’t help but grin.

“Alright, let’s go downstairs and find ways to annoy John.” Randy ran down the stairs and once he reached bottom, he turned for the kitchen, saying, “Hey, John! This is the first time Ted and Cody have been to our house since we’ve been married! It’s also the first time Ted and Cody will be staying over since we’ve been married! Tonight’s probably also gonna be the first time Ted and Cody have sex in our house since we’ve been married!” Cody blushed at that statement, gaining a laugh from the others. “Can’t say this is the first time I’ve made Cody blush since we’ve been married.”

“No, you can’t… So don’t.”

“Fiiiiiine. So, how much longer until the pizza’s done?”

“The oven isn’t even ready yet.”

“Shit, what good are you, then?”

“You’re lucky I got it started in the first place. You didn’t even wanna walk your lazy ass downstairs to check and see if we even had one.”

“Oh, you would have done the same thing. Don’t lie. You can’t lie to me.”

“Alright, that might be true. So, while we’re waiting for this damn pizza, anyone want a drink?”

“Is this how you’ll ensure that we’ll all sleep in tomorrow? Get us all drunk so we pass out? I’m still expecting waffles, though, you know that, right?”

“Fine, I’ll make your damn waffles.”

That next morning, John didn’t wake Randy up at 3 in the morning, since both were still passed out from the ungodly amount of liquor they both consumed the night before. When John finally did wake up, it was close to 11 am and his head was throbbing. But, dammit, he promised Randy waffles, and his man was gonna get ‘em. He rummaged in a drawer for a pair of boxers and threw those on before going downstairs.

Ted and Cody, who had had far less to drink combined than John or Randy alone, were sitting on a couch flipping through TV channels. “Look who decided to join the land of the living,” Ted said with a grin.

“Bout time,” Cody chimed in. “How ya feelin?”

“Shitty,” John answered. Once he reached the kitchen he saw two bowls and spoons in the sink. He opened the fridge and saw that they had graciously left him about two cups of milk. He took that out, found some Bisquick and gathered everything else he needed to make waffles, hung-over or not.

Finally finished with Randy’s damn waffles, he walked upstairs to find the birthday boy still passed out in their bed. He shook his shoulder and instantly flashed back to the first night they hung out together all those years ago when he kicked a hung-over Randy who had fallen asleep on his floor in order to wake him up. “Yo! Randy! Get the fuck up! I made your fucking waffles, and it’s noon.”

Randy groaned and rolled to his side. “You mean I slept through half of my birthday?”

“Looks like ya did.”

“Damn.” He kicked the covers off of him and smiled when he saw John staring at his nude form. And then it hit him. “Shit…”

“What?”

“I’m gonna be 30 next year.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“It is.”

“Fuck you.”

“You love it,” Randy said as he rummaged through his own dresser and pulled on a pair of sweat pants.

“For some crazy reason that baffles the mind, yeah, I do. Now get your ass downstairs before our guests eat everything.”

“They’re up already?”

“They’re not the one that drank an entire bottle of tequila. Yeah, they’ve been up for hours now. They raided our food cabinet and had their way with your Cap’n Crunch.”

“Don’t they know no one touches the Cap’n Crunch?”

“Guess not.”

Randy grabbed his head and left their room taking the stairs slowly. “You two don’t get any,” he said as he passed by them on his way to the kitchen.

Ted and Cody stood up and followed him. “What are you talking about?”

“You assholes at my cereal.”

“Oh no! We each had two bowls of cereal each, whatever shall we do now? Oh, I know, how about you pick some up the next time you go to the grocery store?”

Randy grabbed the plate of waffles and found the maple syrup in the fridge which he dumped over his food.

“Hey, those are for all of us,” John said, entering the kitchen.

“I already informed those two they weren’t getting any.”

“Oh, don’t be like that. You can’t be bitter, you haven’t turned 30 yet.”

Randy shoveled a fork full of waffle and maple syrup into his mouth, hindering him from speaking any further.

John opened up the oven where another plate of waffles was sitting and passed them out amongst their guests and had some for himself. “You had more all along?”

“Yeah, this kinda thing happens way too often with him. You think he’d have learned by now.”

The day passed by, Ted and Cody were given a grand tour of the house, they hung around in the hot tub for a long time, then all went out to dinner, where no one informed anyone of Randy’s birthday under threat from Randy.

Once they got back to the house, all four men headed upstairs knowing what was to come, so to speak. “Alright, babe, how’d you like this day of yours to end?” John asked as Randy grabbed his shirt and began unbuttoning it.

Their eyes locked and Randy said to him, “I want you to fuck me… And I want them to fuck my mouth.”

The younger couple looked to each other and it was though the atmosphere in the room suddenly changed. They all wanted it, and each man grew needier with every passing second.

In a frenzy of movement, Ted and Cody were clinging together as their lips collided. They tore at each other’s clothing, letting it drop to the floor, not caring where it landed. John pushed Randy backwards onto the bed, straddling his hips as their naked bodies pressed together. “Mmm, happy birthday, Randy,” John whispered against his lips as his hand reached over to their bedside table where he retrieved some lube.

“I love you so much, John,” Randy whispered back.

Standing off to the side, Ted and Cody felt slightly out of place at this tender moment that was shared between John and Randy. That moment didn’t last for too long once John pulled back and motioned for them to come around. “Well, you heard what the birthday boy said.” He slicked up his dick and his fingers, hoisted one of Randy’s leg over his shoulder and slid two fingers completely inside of Randy.

Ted and Cody went to opposite sides of the king size bed and climbed on, moving in close to Randy’s face. Randy licked his lips at the sight of the three gorgeous men surrounding him. He turned to Ted first, but his hand reached over to Cody’s hard cock while his mouth opened to take the head of Ted’s dick in. His tongue swirled around the sensitive head, eliciting a groan from the blonde man.

Cody looked at his lover, his dick in Randy’s mouth, and he had to kiss him. His hand closed around Ted’s neck and he pulled him in close. Their eyes were closed, so they didn’t notice John remove his fingers and insert his dick into Randy’s willing body. Randy moaned at the entrance, going straight through Ted’s dick, who let out a moan into Cody’s mouth. Randy’s hand tightened around Cody’s dick, causing the young man to groan out in pleasure.

John watched as his husband pleasured their two young friends. The sight turned him on like he couldn’t believe, and he drove his dick deep within Randy with each thrust of his hips.

When Randy removed Ted’s dick from his warm mouth, John couldn’t help but bend forward and capture Randy’s mouth. Their tongues danced together as John slammed his hips forward.

Randy’s other hand was now on Ted’s dick, stroking it at the same time his hand worked over Cody’s. The other couple was still kissing, hands wrapped in each other’s hair, moaning each time Randy hit a sensitive spot.

John pulled out of the kiss and returned his attention to making deep thrusts into Randy. His mouth now freed, Randy turned to the opposite side where he then took Cody’s dick within him. Cody bucked forward and slammed his dick down into Randy’s throat. He couldn’t help but let out a groan as he felt his cock against the back of Randy’s throat.

John grabbed the back of Ted’s head and pulled, causing him to break his kiss with Cody. The two made eye contact and moved in until their lips were touching. The kiss deepened when John’s tongue snaked into Ted’s open mouth, his hand still tangled in Ted’s soft hair.

Cody looked from his lover and John down to Randy who was still working his mouth over his cock. “Your mouth feels great on me,” Cody informed him.

Randy said, “Mmmhmm,” the vibrations sending shivers up Cody’s lithe form.

John broke off the kiss with Ted and again focused down on Randy. He bent forward and began licking over Randy’s smooth chest. Randy removed his hand from Ted’s dick and wrapped it around him, forcing him in closer until his dick was brushing against Cody’s, which Randy had since released from his mouth. John glanced up, inhaling at the sight of Randy taking the heads of both Cody and Ted’s dicks into his mouth at the same time. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” John whispered into his chest.

Unable to say anything in response, Randy reached down and rubbed his hands over John’s head and back and shoulders. John picked up his pace, his thrusts no longer slow and deep, but far more urgent.

As Randy took more of each man’s dick into his mouth, the two could feel their cocks rubbing against the other’s. Again their mouths clashed together in a mess of lips and teeth and tongue, their feelings overwhelming them. They could feel their balls tightening and they both knew they were close.

Ted broke off the kiss and warned, “Randy…”

“M…me too,” Cody said with a slight stutter.

Ted went to pull his cock out of Randy’s mouth, not wanting to overwhelm him with both his and Cody’s cum emptying into his mouth, but Randy’s hand was on his lower back, keeping him in close. He arched backwards at nearly the same time as Cody and both men began to shoot within Randy’s talented mouth. Randy’s throat worked to swallow every drop of cum that entered his mouth, but it filled up so quickly that some dribbled out the sides of his mouth.

Panting, Ted and Cody removed their dicks from Randy’s mouth and looked to see that John was still fucking him. They looked at the pleasure etched on Randy’s face and noticed then that their cum was slipping down the side of his face. Each man bent forward and began lapping up what escaped his mouth.

“John, I’m so fucking close. Come with me,” Randy begged.

“Ok, baby,” John said, his own orgasm closing in.

With several more thrusts into Randy and a single touch of his strong hand to Randy’s aching cock, they began to come. John buried his cock deep within Randy and leaned in to kiss his husband who kissed back with a passion as his own cum covered both their stomachs.

When John pulled out, he was still kissing Randy. Finally breaking off the kiss, his bright blue eyes looked into Randy’s. “So, how was that for your birthday?”

Randy smirked up at him and said, “My birthday ain’t over yet.”

It really feels like ages since I've written fic... However long it's been, it's been TOO DAMN LONG!! This fic is set after last week's SD since John as well as Randy and the Fanboys showed up... Hope it was worth the wait... *crosses fingers*

“I’m going to the casino,” Randy said. They had, no less than two minutes ago, stepped into their hotel room and Randy was already itching to get to the casino. hot

“Gonna go blow summa those millions pattin’ your pockets?” Cody asked him.

“Didn’t you know Cody? Ortons never lose,” John told him, the sarcasm and eye roll evident.

“Ya know what, John? How about you go fuck yourself.”

“Ah, Randy, your maturity is showing again,” John quipped. “I’m gonna chill out here for a while; you guys can go if you want. I’ll be down there soon.”

“Party pooper,” Randy said. “Alright, I’m going. Either of you two coming?”

Ted and Cody exchanged glances and shrugged. “I’m game,” Cody answered. “Teddy?”

Ted let out a dramatic sigh as if he wasn’t actually interested in playing the tables. “Fiiiine, since you talked me into it.”

“Yeah, I really twisted your arm with that one,” Cody joked.

“Yup, I’ll be feeling that one for days.”

Randy was at the door, ready to go. When Cody and Ted were behind him, he opened the door up and walked out, saying a quick “See ya later,” to John. The three got to the elevator and pushed the button.

Cody gave Ted a quizzical look before asking him, “Did you happen to grab a key from John?”

“No. Randy?”

“Shit,” he said, rolling his head back. He had been in such a rush to get the hell out of the room and down to the casino that he didn’t even think to ask John for one of the room keys. He was about to turn back down the hall to the room, but decided on a better idea. “Hey, Teddy, you mind going to grab a couple of the keys from John?”

Ted sighed, knowing that if he didn’t go, no one would. Well, Cody would, but Randy? Forget about it. “Fine. Just don’t go anywhere, ok?”

“Can do,” Randy told him.

Ted headed back towards the room, leaving Randy and Cody standing by the elevator. “What would we do without you, Cody?” Randy asked, wrapping an arm around the younger man’s shoulders.

“Pray that John didn’t take the keys out of his pocket… Then embarrass yourselves in front of the desk clerks because you didn’t realize you left the room without a key on you, throwing that whole ‘Ortons never forget’ logic right out the window.”

“Thanks, man, you’re such a pal.”

“Can you, like, is it physically possible for you to have a conversation and not be sarcastic? Have you done it before?”

“Probably, but I couldn’t tell ya when. Maybe when I was two.”

“Oh, ok, so it was before my time?”

“Yeah, way before your time.” When the elevator doors dinged open before them Randy said, “We could be complete assholes and get in.”

“Teddy would hate you forever.”

“And what about you? You’d be getting into the elevator, too.”

“But Teddy loves me. Of course, he wouldn’t be the happiest camper, but then we could just go have sex and he’d be better.”

While Randy and Cody continued to discuss the merits of going down to the casino without Ted, even though the elevator had since passed them, Ted himself was knocking on the room door. And there was no answer. He knocked again, this time shouting, “John! Open the damn door!”

John looked up from the desk. He had been lost in writing, only hearing the knocking after it had been going on for quite some time. He heard Ted’s voice shouting at him and stood up to get the door. “What are you doing back here so soon? You blow everything on in one spin of the roulette wheel?”

“No… none of us grabbed a key.”

“Bright move guys,” John said. He walked into the room and Ted followed. John had thrown the room keys down on the same desk he had been writing on, and Ted saw it.

“Hey, what’s this? A love letter from Randy?” he asked, picking it up.

John’s eyes widened. “Don’t read that.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah… Uhh… It’s for Randy… Just Randy. He wrote me something last night… I was just… I wanted to do something back…”

Ted set the letter back down, giving John a smile. “I gotcha. So, how about those keys?”

“Right,” John said, handing two keys to him. “So, you guys want a key for yourselves so you and Cody can come back here and take advantage of the empty room?”

“Yeah, that’s it exactly. Nah, we just didn’t want to take any chances of getting locked outta the room if one of us wanted to come back. Or, more specifically when Cody’s decided he’s too much in the hole and gets himself frustrated.”

John was slightly surprised by that statement. “Really? He seems like the kinda guy that would know how to count cards and shit like that.”

“I think he does know how, actually, I’m pretty sure he tried to explain it to me once. It went over my head, that’s for damn sure. But even card counters have bad days. And it’s only good in blackjack I think… You’d have to ask him about that. And speaking of Cody, I should go. They’re probably wondering where the hell I got to. Hell, they probably ditched me.”

“Alright, I’ll see you all in a bit.”

“Yup, see ya when you’re done writing your love letter.”

“You saw nothing.”

“What did I not see?” Ted asked just as he opened the door.

“Good boy,” John said, sitting back down at the desk to pick up where he left off.

Ted laughed as he walked out the room and down the hall. Randy shot him death glares as soon as he was in view, and Cody pushed the elevator button. “Took you long enough, shit. What the hell were you doing in there?” Randy’s mind flashed back to several weeks ago when he watched his husband get Ted on his hands and knees and fuck him. “On second thought, don’t answer that.”

“Screw you,” Ted said. He handed one key to Randy and held onto the other one. He was planning on sticking with Cody the whole time anyway. He always got amusement out of watching Cody do anything, but gambling topped the list. There was no denying that his boyfriend was great with the table games, but nothing compared to when Ted talked him into roulette. That was the game where Cody had no strategy. And Ted always had a way of getting Cody to take chances, telling him he had to bet big to win big. And Cody would always sigh and give in. And when he lost hundreds on a straight up bet, he could string cuss words together like no other. And Ted loved every minute of it.

For the second time, the elevator doors dinged open in front of them and they all stepped inside. “So, Cody, what are you gonna hit up first?” Randy asked him.

“Blackjack,” he said with no hesitation.

“You mean you don’t wanna hang around with the little old ladies feeding quarters into the slot machines as they chain smoke and shout with their raspy voices when they’re on a losing streak?”

“Yeah, actually, that’d be a no,” Cody answered. “Is that where you’ll be spending your time?”

“I wouldn’t be caught dead at a slot machine. Please. I’ll be at the craps table. Maybe I’ll call you over so you can blow my dice,” Randy said to Cody, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

“In public? I’d be flattered,” Cody replied.

Ted just shook his head. “God, you two are too much. Should John and I be worried?” he teased

“Please, Teddy,” Cody told him, “Randy’s just my bit on the side. Even though he’s taller and he’s got those sexy tattoos and a body that should have temples built to honour it, he’s still not you.”

Randy laughed as Ted said, “Thanks, man.”

“You’ve got a trapezius muscle to die for,” Cody told him, maneuvering himself behind Ted and placing his hands on said muscle. Ted’s head rolled back as Cody’s thumbs circled around, massaging him lightly. All too soon, the elevator dinged and the three were downstairs.

Once they were in the casino, they had to weave their way through the crowd, which was a challenge considering there were a large number of fans staying at Mohegan Sun for the show. They got swarmed by people asking for pictures and autographs, and while they obliged, they were anxious to get to the tables. Several people were asking them what they were even doing here since this was a SmackDown show. Each time, Randy would answer that they were here for the gambling, because they needed to have some fun, too, and this was too good an opportunity to pass up.

They came to the craps table first, and Ted and Cody stuck around to watch Randy play a round. He took out his wallet and handed the dealer $500, who then gave Randy that amount in chips. Randy turned back to Cody and asked him, “Still wanna take me up on my offer?”

“Are you still offering?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

Randy turned his attention back to the table. He placed everything on the pass line and was presented with a bowl with several dice inside. He pulled out two and then looked back to Cody. “Offer still stands,” he said, holding the dice in his hands.

“There are people looking,” Cody said, even though they were currently the only ones at the craps table. He knew there were still eyes on them.

“Then ham it up.”

Cody rolled his eyes; that was such a Randy thing to say. He grabbed Randy’s wrist with one hand and the other he placed on Randy’s shoulder. He then raised Randy’s hand up close to his mouth and blew over the dice.

Randy shook the dice in his hand then threw them across the table, showing a 3 and 4. A grin crossed Randy’s face. He just won his pass bet, winning back the value of his bet. He was now sitting on a cool $1000, and this time he decided to shake things up, changing his $500 bet to the don’t pass line, and told the dealer to put another $300 on boxcars, double 6s.

Once again, he turned to Cody, who had an eyebrow raised at Randy’s extremely unconventional bets. “You sure about that one?”

“Do you really have to ask? Now,” he said, holding the dice in front of Cody, “once more for luck?”

“Fiiiine,” Cody answered. He bent forward just enough so his mouth was right over the dice. He blew over both of them and stood up straight to watch Randy throw the dice. All three of their mouths dropped when the dice rolled over, both showing 6s. “Holy shit,” Cody said.

“Winner, winner, winner!” the stickman said as the dealer figured out his payoff. He drew on the $500, but the $300 paid back 31 to 1. The stickman then pushed an enormous stack of chips in Randy’s direction, who was still in shock. He often made crazy bets just for the hell of it, just because he could. They never paid off like that before.

“Shit, Cody, maybe you can be my good luck charm from now on.”

“While I’d love to, Ted and I wanted to get some blackjack in. So, sorry to disappoint, but the cards are calling. Oh, and don’t go completely crazy. Chances of that happening again? Not likely.”

“Yes Mr. Walking Calculator. Go enjoy your blackjack. And don’t get caught counting cards!”

“Would you shut up, you asshole!” Cody looked to the dealers and saw a pit boss walk by. “I don’t know how to count cards, I swear,” he lied. “He just gives me a hard time because I have some nerdy tendencies.” His eyes were sunken; he didn’t want to get kicked out of the casino just for knowing how to add numbers up in his head. The dealers, stickman and boxman eyed him, but figured Cody wasn’t there to cause any trouble. They just nodded their heads towards the blackjack table and the two walked away, leaving Randy alone with his dice and the female dealer that struck up a conversation with him.

When Cody arrived at the table, there were a couple other people there. He sat at the end seat and Teddy stood behind him. Cody handed $100 over to the dealer who handed him the chips. He placed a $20 chip, the minimum bet, in front of him. When he was dealt a 6, he cringed. The second time around, a 3 was set down. The dealer showed a 6, and as Cody looked down the table, he saw the cards and noticed many of them were high in numbers, his just happened to be the odd one out. Someone had even gotten a blackjack. They all made their decisions and watched Cody intently, obviously knowing who he was. He looked up at the dealer, turned his head briefly towards Ted and then back down to his cards. He slid another $20 chip out, doubling down on a 9 with a 6 showing. That play wasn’t exactly in the books, but after seeing Randy’s lucky streak with his adventurous bets, he figured he might as well live a little. A huge smile crossed his face when a 10 was laid out across the cards. The dealer then flipped his card over and had a 10. Any card 6 or over would be great for the whole table, hell, Cody would be happy if the dealer flipped an ace or a two, since he would still win. When a 7 gave the dealer a 23, Cody kept on grinning as his bet was matched and another $40 was stacked next to his pile.

“Not bad,” Ted said to him. “Too bad you didn’t bet $500 like Randy did.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not that exciting.”

The hands kept coming, with Cody losing some, winning most. Cody was lost in one hand and didn’t notice someone come up behind him. He jumped when he heard the voice say into his ear, “What’s this? How come you’re not at the $100 minimum table?”

“Christ, Randy!” Cody exclaimed, splitting his pair of aces.

“Nice hand,” he said to Cody, sliding into the seat on his left. The woman next to him kept staring, looking like she was about to faint.

“Thanks,” Cody said sarcastically as a 2 was placed down on top of one of the aces. “That’s an amazing hand if I ever saw one.” He took another card, this time a 10, turning his soft 13 into a hard 13. He took another card, a 5, and held it there. His other hand was dealt a 10 right off the bat. The dealer revealed a 20, and Cody broke even on his bets that hand. “So, how’d you make out at craps?” he asked Randy.

“Holy shit, you guys shoulda stuck around. I was on a roll.” Randy paused at the inadvertent pun he had just made, but continued on after placing a $100 bet in front of him. “Once you guys left, I put more back on the pass line, and I rolled an 11 then three 7s. There was a huge crowd, some more people ended up joining the game. I swept that table.”

“Oh, yeah?” came John’s voice from behind him.

Now the woman next to Randy really looked like she was about to pass out.

“John,” Randy began, “John, you missed a hell of a craps game.”

“You missed a hell of a show before the craps game,” Ted said.

John raised an eyebrow at Randy who just shrugged and turned his attention back to the cards. He hit his 12 into a 17 and stayed there before resuming his conversation with John. “Ok, I had Cody blow my dice for luck, that’s all.”

The woman next to him gasped when she heard what he said, and they couldn’t help but giggle at her reaction. Randy had to fight the urge to tell her that wasn’t all Cody had blown, but he managed to resist. She had to be conscience for the show tonight, after all.

“Oh, yeah!” John said, reaching into his pocket. He gave Ted a wink before saying, “Randy, you got some fan mail.”

“Did I?” he asked. He brought his chips back to his pile after the dealer busted and paid out. He looked at the letter John had just handed him and noticed his name was written on the front in John’s handwriting. Holy shit, John wrote him back. “Sorry to bet and run, but I gotta go.” He stood from his seat, leaving all his chips there. He and John exchanged knowing glances as John took his place at the table. He nodded his head in surprised approval at the sizable stack of high value chips in front of him.

“What the hell was that about?” Cody asked John as a new hand of cards were dealt out.

“Just returning a favor is all,” John answered.

He wondered where Randy had gone off to in order to read the letter. Back to the room? That was a possibility, but John didn’t think Randy had the patience to make it back to the room. And he was right. Randy took some of his own advice from the previous night and headed for the closest bathroom. He didn’t care that there were people at the urinals or that there was someone in the stall next to him, he was going to read that letter now. He opened it up and smiled at John’s writing filling the page. He let John’s voice come to him as he began to read.

Dear Randy,

You’re right, I was calling you an asshole after making me think I lost my dog tags, but that hell you put me through for those five minutes was worth every second of pleasure I got out of reading that letter.

Shit, six years and going strong. I can’t get enough of you. Each night that we’re lying in bed together, whether it’s after mind blowing sex or we’re just there in each other’s arms, it’s never enough for me. And after getting that letter from you last night, I knew we still had something amazing with one another. I love you and everything about you. I love running my hands over your chest and down your abs. One of my favorite things to do is trail my hands up and down your arms. Your arms are perfect. The tattoos, oh those tattoos. I want to see my name again in your arm, my name is inked into your flesh forever, for the world to see. I want to take my tongue and trace it along each letter in my name. I want you to say my name as I do it. I want you.

I told you that I would tell you what I thought of your letter. I didn’t know what you had planned when you told me to go into that bathroom stall, but when I started reading, I knew. I imagined your voice, I imagined you speaking to me and you began to tell me about your fantasy, about us in our home, and the images flooded my brain. I unzipped my jeans and pulled my dick out. It wasn’t hard yet, but as I read more, as I touched myself, I began to get hard. I imagined you touching me, imagined you kissing me. God, you know me so well, know what I love. Know how much I love it when you touch me and kiss me and bite me. I worked over my dick, now hard in my hand, and I want you.

Oh, and when you tell me about that blowjob, I have to fight to keep my eyes open in order to read further, because I want to close them and picture you in front of me on your knees with my dick engulfed in your hot mouth. I read on and my own hand can’t satisfy me the way your mouth can. Even though I play with my balls and stroke myself fast and furious, pumping myself to the rhythm I imagine you having on me, I still want you.

My head fell back against the stall and this time my eyes did close. My hand kept working, though. I never knew that reading something like this, that reading anything could turn me on this much. There was so much more left in that letter, I had only just come in your mouth in the fantasy. I forced my eyes open and started to read on. That’s when you tell me that we’re not done yet. That’s when you tell me that you’re gonna fuck me. I pull my hand off my dick and drop my pants down lower, exposing my ass. Two fingers go into my mouth and my tongue swirls over them, getting them nice and wet. I bring them down and tease around my asshole and then, as you did in the letter, I pushed both of them inside me at once. It’s so tight around my own fingers, but I picture them as yours. And then you tell me about fucking me, and how much you enjoy feeling my tight heat around your throbbing dick, and my fingers cannot compare to your dick. The need for your dick inside of me consumes me, and I fucking want you.

I pull the fingers out of my ass and return them to my leaking, aching dick. I pump hard and then I get to the last line, “you tell me how much you love me,” and I can’t take any more. I arch off the stall and I shoot my load, getting it everywhere. I’m panting and spent and I think about how much I love you and about how much I want you, how much I need you.

And that’s when I found you. I took you back into the bathroom and, well, I’m sure you remember the blowjob you gave me. Your mouth worked me back to hardness and within minutes I was coming as your tongue slid over me. There has never been anyone that has been able to do the kinda things you do to me, no one has ever made me feel the way you make me feel. Fuck, Randy, you drive me crazy. I want to tell you all the things I want to do to you. I would love to tell you one of my fantasies right now, but I won’t. I’d much rather show you just how much I want you.

And that’s where it ended. Randy held the letter in one hand, his dick in the other. He too had come in the stall, solely at the recollection of John’s actions as he read the letter Randy had given him. He wanted John to tell him about his fantasies. He enjoyed the letter, but he wished John had told him. He loved when John showed him how much he wanted him, oh yes, he did, but to read about it… The thought of it sent shivers down Randy’s spine.

Tucking himself back in, Randy left the bathroom, the note in his hand. He headed up towards the front lobby where he asked if he could use a pen and some paper. He scrawled out a quick note.

John,

God, baby, that letter was so hot. I knew you enjoyed my letter to you, but I didn’t know how much. But it’s not enough. It’s not enough for me. You said that you weren’t going to write about a fantasy because you’d much rather show me. Well, I want you to tell me about what you’d like to do to me, or what you’d like me to do to you. I want to read about your innermost thoughts about us. Please, baby. Do it for me.

Love,
Randy

He handed the pen back to the desk attendant and folded the paper up. He headed back down to the casino and found the blackjack table he had left. And no one was there. It was the same dealer, though, so he asked, “Have you, by any chance seen John Cena anywhere?”

Someone at the table told him they were talking about roulette, so he headed further down to where the wheels were located. He saw an extremely flustered looking Cody grumbling about something, probably losing on a big bet, and John was right next to him. “Why, hello there John,” Randy shouted out to catch his attention.

“Hello there Randy,” he said back.

Randy waited until he was right next to John and then whispered into his ear, “Jesus fucking Christ, I want you so bad. I want to go back to the room and fuck you through the mattress.” At the same time, he took the note he wrote and slipped it into John’s hand. He pulled back and John raised an eyebrow at him. “It’s safe to read,” Randy informed him.

John opened the letter and read through it, a grin appearing on his face. “You want it, you got it.”

“What I told you, or what I wrote?” Randy asked.

“Both,” he answered. “Hey guys, we’re gonna head out. See you in a little while.”

Cody waved them off and set a $50 bet down on 23. “Good luck, Cody!” Randy shouted to him as he and John walked off, anxious to get back to the hotel room.

The wheel turned and the ball spun around. Cody held his breath and waited for it to stop on a number. And when it did, he had to clamp his hands over his mouth to stop himself from shouting in his excitement. He never won on the roulette wheel. Never. Until now. That was it, he and Randy were hitting up Vegas together next time.

John could not find his dog tags. He always had his dog tags with him, if not on him. He had them on when they got here, hadn’t he? Or… Maybe he wasn’t wearing them. He rummaged through his bag and they were nowhere to be found. He checked the side pockets, the front pockets and the main part multiple times over.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Randy asked as John frantically searched for the tags that Randy had earlier shoved into his jacket pocket.

“Looking for my dog tags. Have you seen them?” he pleaded. He looked panicked. He needed to find them.

Randy scratched the back of his head as he gave John the line he planned to use first. “Maybe they fell out of your bag or your pocket in the car.”

John’s eyes lit up. That had to be where they were. Yeah, he must have shoved them into his pocket before they left and they fell out in the car. He still had a lot of him before his match, he could go do a quick search for them in the car. “Thanks,” he said to Randy as he ran out of the room.

“Welcome,” Randy replied as watched John leave. A smirk crossed his face. He walked over to his jacket and pulled the lost dog tags out. He then went to his bag where he took out a letter, both of which he stuck into John’s bag.

Several minutes later a dejected looking John returned. “No luck?” Randy asked even though he knew the answer.

“No. Shit, I can’t think of where they could be! I thought I grabbed them when we left from the hotel.”

“They have to be in your bag, dude. I thought you had a tracking system hooked up to those things.”

“I’ve looked through my bag a million times already. They’re. Not. There.”

“Well look. Again. Hey, I gotta go, man. I hope you find them,” he said to John giving him a quick kiss and a small smile before heading out.

John sighed. He knew they weren’t in his bag, but would it really hurt to look again? He unzipped the top and there they were. Right on top of everything. “Bastard,” John said to himself. He took out the dog tags and noticed there was a letter underneath them addressed to him. He put the tags on before he picked up the letter. It was in a plain white envelope and had his name in Randy’s scrawl across the front. He turned it in his hands a couple times before sitting down on a bench, flipping it over and opening it.

Dear John,

I bet right now you’re calling me an asshole for traumatizing you like that, making you think you lost your beloved dog tags. Well, I had to get you this letter somehow, and it was the best way to do it. Now, I’m sure you’re wondering why I went through all this trouble to slip you a little note in your bag before your match tonight.

I know you told me the outcome of your match tonight, and I thought you might need a little pick-me-up. Before you read more, I might suggest moving into the bathroom. Unless you’re up for a challenge.

John paused in his reading of the letter. He looked around the room, where people were filing in and out, not paying too much attention to him. He wondered just what Randy had in mind for this, telling him to move to the bathroom. What the hell was Randy playing at? He picked himself up and left for the bathroom, heading into a stall and locking the door behind him. He leaned against the side of the stall and he kept on reading, allowing Randy’s deep, slow voice to wash over him as he read further.

Six years. We’ve been together for over six years, and goddamn, I still love running my hands over your hard body, still love kissing you, still love having your dick inside my mouth, still love fucking you in the ass.

I’d love to do all kinds of things to you right now. We’re at home, you’re in the office and I come in. I wrap my arms around you and let my hands slide into your back pockets so I can grab your ass and pull you in close to me so I can feel your dick harden against my leg. I drop my head down and kiss you, I let my tongue probe deep into your mouth, running it over your own tongue, your teeth. I taste you, you taste me. When I break off the kiss, I start placing light kisses along your jaw, up to your ear where I bite on the lobe. I know how much you love that.

One of my hands slides up under your t-shirt and the muscles ripple under my touch. Your arms are wrapped around my back as your hands hold onto my head. I kiss down your neck, latching on with my teeth once I reach where the neck meets your shoulder. I know you much you love that.

Our bodies part and I bring my hands to your front, where one of my thumbs slides into a belt loop and the other unzips your fly. Both hands work to slide your shorts off, leaving you in only your boxers. I tell you to look at me, since your eyes had been shut this whole time. Your blue eyes’ gaze gets me every time, and the look alone makes my cock twitch. I sink to my knees and grin up at you, letting my hands run down your legs as I pull your boxers off of you. I know how much you love that.

I take in the beautiful sight before me, your dick aching to be touched, to be licked, to be sucked. One hand is splayed out on your hip and with the other I grab hold of the base and squeeze before I lean forward and lick the head. Your hands rest on the top of my head, gripping it. I continue to lick, keeping them brief touches, and I know you want more, I can tell by the way you fight to urge me forward. But you know what kind of pleasure I can give you, you know what I can do to you, so you keep fighting it as I continue to tease. My licks linger longer. I use the whole of my tongue instead of just the tip. And then finally, I take you into my mouth. You moan as your dick is engulfed in the warmth. I drop my head forward until my mouth makes contact with my hand, and when I draw my head back, my hand follows. My mouth comes completely off of your dick, but my hand stays on, thumb sliding over the head. I lean back in, licking you off of my thumb. My hand slides back down your dick while my mouth takes you back inside. I keep it up, drawing back, moving my hand in time with my mouth. But then I take my hand away and I can finally get all of you in. I moan around your dick as it touches the back of my throat. My moan sends a thrill up your body and I sense your cock twitching. Yeah, I know how much you love that.

I keep going, drawing myself back and sucking in my cheeks to further engulf you. The hand that had been on your dick is now playing with your balls. I take them in my hand and roll them and squeeze them just enough to please you through and through. My own cock is hard and begging for release. But instead I keep my attention on you as I move up and down. When your grip intensifies and your balls tighten in my hand, I sense how close you are. My pace does not slow down, if anything I move faster. You tell me that you’re about to come, and I’m more than ready for it. I moan again and it sends you over the edge. Both my hands are on your hips now as you buck forward, hitting the back of my throat once again as you shoot. Your hot cum goes down so smoothly, and I suck and lick, making sure I swallow every. Last. Drop. I know how much you love that.

I’m not done yet. I’m still hard, still untouched. I stand up and I quickly pull down my pants and briefs and I watch you look me up and down. You know what’s coming next. I grab your shoulders and push you around so you’re facing the wall. My hand runs over your ass and it feels so good. My hips jut forward and I run my dick along the crack of your ass, the leaking precum slicking up the path I make. I take the two fingers that I had in my mouth and slide them both inside you at once. It hurts you, but you know what I can give to you. I move my fingers in slowly, letting you adjust around me. I feel you relaxing your muscles, because I know you want me inside you. My other hand is back on your hip, the grip tight. I pull my fingers out and spit into my hand and use that to slick myself up. I hold my dick up against your hole and push my way in. You cry out. There’s no reason not to, we’re in our house, in our home. There are no restraints on us here. I’m all the way inside you now, but I don’t stay there long because I start to move. I pull back before I slam my dick back in. Right away I find the right angle and rub against your prostate. You cry out again, this time it’s from a wave of pleasure that washes through you, centering on your dick, which has become hard once more. My hand, the one that had been inside of you, stretching you out, now moves to your dick. I stroke it up and down in time with my thrusts. You’re pushing back against me, urging my dick deeper. Both of us are crying out at the pleasure we’re both feeling. You from my brushes against your prostate and my hand stroking over your cock, me from my dick moving in and out of the heat of your tight ass. I’m so close. So, so close. You’re constantly clenching your ass around me, increasing the friction, increasing the heat. My hand speeds up on your dick, wanting you to climax for a second time, wanting us to come together. Right now. Over me. I grunt as I thrust and then you turn your head and out lips meet in another passionate kiss and as your tongue slips inside my mouth, I let out a cry and begin to come inside your ass. Just as my orgasm begins, your second of the day starts. I fill your ass with my cum, and when I finish and pull out, I see it start to leak out of you. You turn around and before you capture my mouth with your own, you tell me how much you love me.

John had never been so turned on from simply reading a letter in his life. He stood panting in the bathroom stall, his spent dick in his hand. He wanted Randy now. How much longer was his segment going on? He folded up the letter and stuck it into his pocket, wanting to keep it for future reading. Tucking himself back inside his shorts, he left the bathroom and made his way behind the curtain to wait for Randy. It wasn’t long before his husband stood before him. “I see you found you dog tags,” Randy said with a smirk.

“I did.” John grabbed Randy’s shirt and pulled him in close, bringing his face down so John could say directly into his ear, “I didn’t think you had that kinda thing in you.”

Randy said back, “I take it you liked it, then.”

“I’ll tell you about that later. Right now, I have something business to take care of with you.”

Randy felt his cock begin to stir as John led him back towards the bathroom.

This all started when Jane said it'd be nice to have a fic from that Hollywood party thingy... Then Kitty said the same thing. And I couldn't get these two out of my head. Sooo, here we have it... Possessive!Cody and all. :D Oh, and we can't forget a visual!



Ted stood over his suitcase, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans, pulling clothes out left and right. Cody had already changed into what he was wearing to the party: a brown button down shirt and blue jeans. The younger man was currently in the bathroom brushing his teeth while his boyfriend was still trying to figure out what to wear.

Cody exited the bathroom and saw his partner fretting. “It’s not like this is some fancy ball, it’s a blue jeans and shirt event.”

“Doesn’t mean I shouldn’t look good,” Ted replied.

“Then wear that black one,” Cody told him.

“I always wear that black one,” Ted said, pulling that one out.

“Well, there’s a reason behind that: you look amazing in that shirt.” Cody walked over to Teddy and took the shirt out of his hands. He grabbed Ted’s wrist and slid the hand inside the shirt before walking behind him and slipping his other arm inside. Once Cody had the shirt all the way on Ted’s arms, he went back to Ted’s front and eyed him up and down. “Yup, that shirt does it every time.” Cody moved in, bringing his lips up to meet Ted’s. His hands reached out and he began to button the shirt up as their kiss continued. Once he pulled back he again looked Ted up and down. “Wait, not quite,” he said. He had buttoned it up so only one button was undone, but decided Ted would look much better with two. “Oh, yes, much better.”

“Well, if I have to go with two buttons undone, so do you,” Ted said, popping the button out of the hole.

“I can live with that,” Cody responded, pressing his lips to Ted’s once more. He let his tongue snake out and Ted willingly parted his lips to allow Cody in. Their arms moved around one another, pulling each other close. Cody broke off the kiss, but kept their bodies pressed together. “I guess we should get going.”

“Yeah,” Ted agreed.

Neither of them moved, not wanting to break the contact. “You should probably but some shoes on first.”

“Yeah.” This time he did pull out of the embrace. He grabbed a pair of socks that he had thrown on the bed and then sat down to put them on. Once he had his socks on he looked around for his black boots. When he found them, he slid them on and they were out the door.

It wasn’t long before they had arrived and were getting their photos taken as they walked along the red carpet and then at the party. They walked around on their own for a while, mingling with the crowd, talking to some of their fellow wrestlers.

They met up once again where any good twenty-something year old would wind up: the food table. “Fancy meeting you here,” Cody said with a smirk as he examined what they had to offer.

“It was bound to happen. Guy’s gotta eat, right?”

“Right.” Cody poked at a loaf of bread then looked up to Ted before asking, “They have whole loaves of bread? Haven’t they heard of rolls?”

“Don’t start poking shit, dude. Don’t you know you’re not supposed to touch food you’re not planning on eating?”

Cody picked up the entire loaf and said, “Who said I wasn’t planning on eating this?”

“You’re such a goof.” At that moment, one of the photographers that was circulating around the event came up to them and told Ted to do what Cody was doing. Neither man could resist laughing at the absurdity of the situation as the picture was taken. “Do you think this has potential to be a new comic book idea? The Adventures of Bread Man! He defends himself using his Loaf Shield and he’s got buns of steel, everyone who dares to challenge him is toast!”

“Who’s the goof now?” Cody asked, ripping off a piece of the bread and shoving it into his mouth.

“I may be a goof, but you’re still the nerd.”

“I wasn’t the one coming up with comic book ideas using bread puns.”

Ted smiled and he wanted nothing more than to reach his hand out and run his fingers through Cody’s hair. But he couldn’t. He would have loved to pull Cody to him and kiss him. But he couldn’t. Not with all these people around.

“What’s wrong?” Cody asked, though he had a good assumption as to what it was. He placed a friendly hand on Ted’s shoulder, nothing that would give away their relationship to anyone that didn’t already know.

“I’m sure you know,” he replied, placing his hand on top of Cody’s.

“Yeah,” Cody said, pulling his hand away. “And it sucks. But let’s not mope around thinking about that. Let’s eat.”

They were soon joined by a good bulk of people at the party, so they grabbed their plates and hurried off to find a seat before they were all taken. They found a quiet corner and sat down, resting their plates in their laps. “Wonder how much longer it’ll be before someone comes and disturbs the silence?” Ted asked Cody as he shoved some cheese and crackers into his mouth.

“How much you wanna bet it’ll be Miz and John that join us here first?” Cody asked back, munching on a celery stick.

Surprisingly, no one came and disturbed them for quite some time. They were sitting close to each other, legs touching, but that wasn’t out of the normal for really close friends, was it? When Ted said something funny and they would both laugh, Cody’s hand would find itself on Ted’s shoulder, or Ted’s thigh, but that wasn’t out of the normal for really close friends, was it?

The little touches were driving both of them up the wall. Ted wanted to pull Cody over to him and have him straddle his hips as he ran his hands up under that slick brown shirt and all over Cody’s muscular back as Cody’s hands gripped his hair and their lips crushed together and their tongues clashed. Yet all he could do was let his hand rest on Cody’s knee for slightly longer than it should have, or stare into his beautiful blue eyes and let himself get lost in them.

“Let’s go outside,” Cody suggested.

Both men stood up and threw out their plates before heading outside. They were stopped from time to time for pictures. Soon they found a couple plush red beanbags to sit on and they claimed their spots, keeping a decent distance between their bodies, but they let their feet touch. “So, you like the change in scenery?” Ted asked from his seat.

“Yeah, I’m really digging the greenery,” Cody answered, reaching behind him and pulling a leaf off of the plant behind them. “It adds some pizzazz,” he added, tossing the leaf to the side.

“Sure does. It’s so much quieter out here,” Ted pointed out, leaning in closer to Cody’s beanbag. “Fewer people…”

“Yup,” Cody agreed. His arm extended out behind Ted’s head and his hand came to rest on Ted’s shoulder. “I really like the change in scenery.” His fingers brushed lightly over Ted’s neck. The older man closed his eyes and reveled in the touch. Yeah, they were always touching each other in the ring, but that was never an intimate touch. And they obviously were all over each other behind close doors, but this kind of touching, out in public, just light, gentle touches, were out of the ordinary.

The moment was gone far too quickly as a couple of women in red dresses, one of whom was carrying a tray of Coke bottles came towards them. Cody pulled back and Ted scooted over in his seat. Still, their feet were touching. The women were accompanied by one of the event cameramen. Ted exchanged a glance with Cody before shrugging and grabbing a Diet Coke off the tray.

One of the girls walked to Ted’s left side and sat down on the seat. Deciding to ham it up, he put on his best smile and wrapped his arm around her. Cody saw this out of the corner of his eye and couldn’t help a small shake of his head. The girl with the trays knelt down next to Cody, who kept his expression neutral as the picture was taken. When they were done, Cody grabbed a Coke and said bye to the girls when they walked off with the photographer.

Cody twisted the cap off the Coke and took a drink as he ran his thumb along the ridges of the bottle cap. He brought his hand down and held the bottle on his lap. “What the fuck are you playing at?” he asked Teddy.

Ted raised his eyebrow over the bottle. When he swallowed the drink, he answered, “What do you mean what the fuck was I playing at?”

“With that girl right there…” Cody said, gesturing with his free hand.

“You mean putting my arm around her?”

“She was all over you.”

“Do you blame her?” Ted joked.

Cody just glared. He took a long drink then set the bottle down on the ground. He reached out and took hold of Ted’s shirt, bringing him in close. “No one touches you but me,” he declared, looking directly into Ted’s eyes.

Ted’s brow quirked again as he asked, “Jealous?”

“Of her?” Cody smirked, “She has nothing on me. I just thought you needed to reminded that you are mine.”

“You weren’t saying that last week when John had me on my back, his dick up my ass,” Ted pointed out, trying to rile Cody up.

And that did it. Cody closed the distance between them, crushing their mouths together, his tongue demanding entrance into Ted. It was granted instantly. “Mine,” Cody said once more in between a kiss.

“I love when you get all possessive,” Ted told him, his eyes clouded over with lust.

Cody stood up, pulling Ted up with him. Cody dragged Ted back inside and his eyes darted around for the bathroom. They paid no mind to any of the people they were weaving through; they were dead set in getting to the closest bathroom stall they could find. And there it was. Cody pushed through the door and looked around at the row of stalls aligning the back wall.

“You know anyone can come in at any minute?” Ted asked.

“Yeah, and right now, I don’t fucking care.” Keeping hold of Ted’s wrist, he walked them those few final steps to the last stall. Cody locked the door behind them and his lips met Ted’s once more. His hands tangled in Ted’s blonde hair, tugging on it lightly, driving Ted crazy. He groaned into Cody’s mouth, sending a wave of pleasure through Cody’s body.

He let go of Ted’s hair and dropped them to his jeans. He broke off the kiss and looked down to the pants, making quick work of them and pushing them down to Ted’s knees. He flipped Ted around and dropped his own pants and boxers down in one go. His fingers hooked the band of Ted’s boxers, slowly pulling them over his hips, revealing his perfectly sculpted ass. Cody ran a hand over it, squeezing it. He leaned forward, his face right next to Ted’s ear and he growled, “Mine.”

“Yours,” Ted agreed as he felt Cody hike his shirt up and slide a spit slicked finger inside him. It wasn’t often he saw this side of Cody, but he loved it. He loved it when Cody took charge. He moaned when a second finger joined the first, sliding in and out, twisting around inside him. “Fucking need you,” Ted said. His palms were flat against the door, his forehead resting in between them. “Fuck me.”

Cody withdrew his fingers and spit into his hands, quickly lubricating his cock. He grabbed Ted’s hips and pulled back on them to align himself better. In one thrust he was all the way inside, and Ted had to turn his head to the side and bite down on his own arm to prevent from screaming out in pain.

Cody drew back before slamming in, causing the lock on the door to rattle. They didn’t care that the door to the bathroom opened, they were so lost in the moment. One of Cody’s hands had a firm grip on Ted’s hips, pulling him back with every thrust forward. The other hand had snaked around to Ted’s dick. His slim fingers wrapped around him and began stroking him, keeping in time with his thrusts.

Ted fought the urge to cry out in pleasure each time Cody’s dick brushed up against his prostate. He was pushing back, meeting each of Cody’s thrusts, the sounds of Cody’s balls slapping against his ass and the door rattling echoed through the once more empty bathroom. “Harder,” Ted told him.

Cody thrust inside of Ted, fucking him as hard as he could. Once more he leaned forward, “Tell me who you belong to.”

Ted turned his head and his eyes met with Cody’s, so full of passion, so full of lust, so full of love and he answered, “You.”

“Say it again,” Cody demanded as he pounded forward, slamming into Ted’s ass.

“You, I’m yours. All yours,” Ted answered, fighting the urge to turn his head back and let his eyes fall shut. He continued to watch Cody, who had since developed a fine sheen of sweat on his face, fuck him.

And Cody watched Ted watching him. Cody removed the hand from Ted’s dick and brought it back up to his hair. His fist tightened in the blonde hair once more, bringing their mouths together in a fierce kiss. Cody’s thrusting became more erratic, falling out of the rhythm as the kiss deepened, tongues in each other’s mouths.

It was all getting too much, the emotions running high between both men. Cody drove his hips forward, pulled them back, then back in and out, in and out, and he said to Ted, “I’m so close.”

“Me too,” Ted replied, diving back into their kiss. His balls tightened as his orgasm drew nearer.

With a couple more thrusts, Cody cried into Ted’s mouth as he began to shoot inside of Ted. Ted, feeling Cody’s coming within him, exploded.

Both men stood there, spent, gazing into each other’s eyes. Cody removed his limp cock and pushed Ted back around so they were now face to face. He bent down and pulled his boxers and pants up, but then bit his lower lip when he looked his lover up and down, noting the cum that was on Ted’s shirt. And then he saw the cum that had started to dribble down Ted’s leg. He grabbed a wad of toilet paper and handed some to Ted, who began to clean off his shirt as Cody took care of his leg. Once Ted was as clean as he could get, he too pulled up his boxers and pants. He gave Cody another kiss before unlocking the stall door. Checking themselves out in the mirror, they knew that anyone with a brain could tell what they had just gotten up to.

They jumped when the door opened and Morrison walked inside. He raised an eyebrow at them and smirked. “So, Miz was right.”

Cody cocked his head to the side and asked, “What do you mean?”

“We were wondering where you two had gone. He said he bet you two were fucking in the bathroom, and when he came to take a piss, he came back and said he was right.”

Cody’s eyes widened, “Someone came in here?”

Morrison’s smirk grew larger. “Oh, man, you two were in the zone, weren’t you? I didn’t think you had it in ya, Codeman. Sex in a public bathroom... Bravo.”

Cody had since grown beet red and he was stuttering in an attempt to respond to John. If Miz had told John about them, who’s to say he didn’t tell everyone else at the party? He never thought of that when he dragged Teddy in here. He didn’t know what came over him; he just had to have Teddy right then. “Uhh…” was about all he could muster.

“The sex render you speechless? Impressive.”

Ted, while embarrassed, wasn’t as easily flustered as Cody. “That’s what it looks like. My ass really is that that good.”

Cody’s mouth opened wide as he gawked at Teddy’s last statement. He grabbed Ted’s arm and led the snickering man out of the bathroom. “I cannot believe you said that! Thank fucking Christ you can’t die of embarrassment, because I would have been dead on that bathroom floor, you little shit.”

Ted caught up with him so they were now walking side by side. “Yeah,” he bent down to say in Cody’s ear, “but I’m your little shit.”

Cody couldn’t help but chuckle as he punched Ted in the arm. “This is true…” He wrapped an arm around Ted, the red in his face lessening, “And what would I do without you?”

“Not have amazing sex in public bathrooms, for one.”

“Exactly. And heaven forbid anyone misses out on sex in public bathrooms.”