Title: Merry Old Land of Oz (Part 5)
Pairing: John/Randy, Cody Rhodes/Ted DiBiase
Raiting: NC-17
Summary: They're all locked up at Oswald State Penn, with John as the leader of the Italians, Randy is an "Other," Ted is a Christian and Cody is one of the gays. Lots of shit goes down, good and bad. And while it may not all be started by and of those guys, they make sure to finish it.
Disclaimer: All rights belong to the WWE and Tom Fontana
Word Count: 12,286

To part 5-1


( Mooore Oz fic! )

Title: Merry Old Land of Oz (Part 5)
Pairing: John/Randy, Cody Rhodes/Ted DiBiase
Raiting: NC-17
Summary: They're all locked up at Oswald State Penn, with John as the leader of the Italians, Randy is an "Other," Ted is a Christian and Cody is one of the gays. Lots of shit goes down, good and bad. And while it may not all be started by and of those guys, they make sure to finish it.
Disclaimer: All rights belong to the WWE and Tom Fontana
Word Count: 12,286
A/N: There is character death in this part! If you don't like blood and voilence, then stay away. Also, it's been a while since I've visited with Oz, so I hope this one's as good as you remember. *crosses fingers* Plus, this was written for Ted's bday, so I'm sorry it's late, the characters didn't always want to cooperate with me...

And if you'd like a refresher, here's part 4-2

( To Oz! )

I don't know where this came from, but this ficlet idea hit me yesterday and I HAD to write it. I typed it up in no time and figured I should post it before I completely forgot about it. So, enjoy the UBER CUTE that follows.

Title: P.S. I Love You
Pairing: Ted/Cody
Rating: PG, maybe even G
Summary: Cody writes to Ted
Word Count: 1355
Disclaimer: They all belong to Vince
Warning: Brush your teeth after, because the fluff might stick. Other than that, absolutely nothing


Cody sat on the floor with his fellow classmates, looking up as the teacher sat down in the chair in front of them. She smiled and greeted them, just as she did every morning just before the announcements. The entire class stood for the Pledge of Allegiance, reciting it in unison, and then sat back down before the fifth graders started to read off the day’s announcements. The only real big topic that day was someone talking about the newly implemented recycling program the school just started, and how it was already a success, followed by the principal reading off the names of kids who had birthdays that day.

Once those were finished, his teacher, Ms. Conway, began telling them about what they would be working on that morning. “I thought we’d start out with a fun writing exercise. I want all of you to think of someone you’d like to write a letter to. It can be anyone, a friend or a family member, and when you go back to your desks, I want you to take out a piece of paper and write a short letter to them about anything you’d like, like how school is going, or how much you love your new dog. And then, once you’re done, we can even mail it to them.”

Instantly Cody knew exactly who he was going to write to. His best friend in the whole entire world: Teddy.

“After you’re done with your letters, we’ll come back here and work on math, ok?”

“Ok,” the class repeated back.

“Good. Go to your seats now and we’ll get started. Remember to start your letters with Dear and then the name of the person that you’re writing. And don’t forget to sign your name at the end.”

The class stood up and headed to their desks, each grabbing a blank piece of white paper from the front of the room on the way. They got out their pencils and scrawled out the required start of the letters.

One of Cody’s friends, Jacob, who sat across from him in their groups of four, looked up from his own letter and asked, “Who are you writing your letter to?”

Cody smiled as he answered proudly, “My best friend, Teddy.”

“You talk about him a lot. How come we’ve never met him?”

“Because he lives in Mississippi,” Cody told him, slightly frustrated as his prominent lisp inhibited his pronunciation of the home state of his friend. “And besides, he’s ten,” Cody informed Jacob as if that were the most important thing in the world.

“No way, why would a ten year old want to hang around with someone in second grade?” another kid at the table, Larry, asked, completely unable to fathom why someone who was actually up to double digits in age would want to associate with a seven year old.

“Because we’ve been friends since forever. His dad is a wrestler, too. That’s how we met.”

“How can he be your best friend if you don’t even see him?” Jacob asked, incredulous.

“We talk on the phone sometimes. And our dads bring us to shows, so we see each other a little bit. And every summer we’ll go to each others houses for a few days. I wish he were sitting across from me instead of you,” Cody said to Jacob, sticking his tongue out.

“Ms. Conway! Cody stuck his tongue out at me!”

“Cody,” she said walking over to the group, “is that true?”

“Yes…”

“Apologize to Jacob and then get back to writing.”

“I’m sorry for sticking my tongue out at you.”

“Thank you,” Ms. Conway said before turning away and checking on the progress of another group.

“Tattle tale,” Cody muttered just before he turned his focus onto the letter, which read so far, “Dear Teddy,”. What did he want to tell Teddy about? School would be a good start.

Dear Teddy,

How are you? I’m good. I’m writing this in my class right now because my teacher told us to write a letter to anyone we wanted and I thought of you right away. I really like school. We do a lot of fun things, like the field trip we went on to an aquarium where we saw tons of cool looking fish and we got to see sharks being fed and this mean looking eel. My teacher is really nice too.

The second ‘o’ in too was written scrunched in next to the period after his teacher informed him that he needed to use a different too.

I can’t wait to see you this summer. It’s always fun when we get to see each other over the summer! And it’ll be cool to see Max again! Maybe I’ll be taller than him this year. But I don’t think I grew much since last year. I keep telling Dad that I want a dog, and I think he’s close to getting one. I want a big dog like Max.

I can’t really think of anything else right now. I’ll see you soon.

Cody

They handed in their letters, and as she collected them, she asked each kid if they knew the address of the person they were sending the letters to. A few people knew, others weren’t too sure, especially if it was for a grandparent or cousin, or someone not a parent or sibling. But Cody knew Ted’s address. He had been there enough that he remembered it now.

The day Ted received the letter in the mail, he called Cody and thanked him, and told him that Max was probably still taller than he was.

And now Ted was going through some of the things he had in his old childhood room as Cody helped. He found a box of old papers, and sat down on his bed as his eyes raked over the letter he just pulled out. He couldn’t stop smiling.

“What’s that, Teddy?” Cody asked, coming up behind him, kneeling on the bed and wrapping his arms around him, pressing his cheek to Ted’s as he read over his shoulder.

“A letter you wrote me when you were in second grade,” Ted answered as he raised his left hand to Cody’s face as his right held the letter tight.

“I can see that. You still have it?”

“It would appear that way, wouldn’t it? That was the first letter you ever wrote to me yourself. Such lovely penmanship you had.”

“It’s not much better now,” Cody said with a laugh.

“I love how random you were in this. The mean looking eel, your nice teacher, Max... I remember when I got this; I couldn’t believe you actually thought of me for the assignment. I was so excited.”

“Of course I’d write to you. I talked you up, down and all around to my class. I would have taken you in for show and tell if I could have. They were all so impressed that my best friend was actually ten years old.”

“You’re making me feel so old.”

“How do you think I feel? I was seven when I wrote that. Hadn’t even hit the big one zero yet, and now I’m twenty-four. Of course, you’re closer to thirty than twenty, so I don’t feel as bad.”

“Haha.” Ted couldn’t tear his eyes away from the letter. The pencil was fading and the paper had yellowed slightly, but it was probably the sweetest thing he had ever received.

“When you wrote me a letter back, I showed it off to my class. Even back then I liked showing you off. I still have that letter, ya know.”

“Really?”

“Of course. You actually wrote me a letter. I can’t even tell you how happy I was that day, Teddy. Like, look, I have the greatest best friend in the entire world.”

“We should put them somewhere. In a picture album, or something. Just to keep them safe.”

“That’d be a good idea,” Cody agreed. “Keep them together…”

“Yeah. I love you. So much.”

“I love you, too. Always have.”

“I can tell,” Ted said, still smiling. “Me, too.”

Also, before you read this one, there's another fic AND it's John/Randy. Everyone likes those two, right? Soooo go and read it here: http://eric-idle-rules.livejournal.com/429201.html

Now to this fic. A second fic written for the wwegirls fic exchange. And there mayyyy be more from this little universe later on. :)

Title: Love Bites
Rating: NC-17 to be on the safe side
Pairings: Ted/Cody, implied John/Randy
Summary: Takes place directly after the surrender at Yorktown during the American Revolution. Oh, and there are vampires, so, yes, there’s blood and biting. There also may be a small dig at a certain vampire book series that’s somehow taken the world by storm, despite its being utter crap.



( Love bites... Literally )

This was written for the wwegirls fic exchange, so if you've seen it already, feel free to skip. :D

Title: Let the Good Times Roll
Pairing: John/Randy with Ted/Cody cuteness
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Halloween costume party
Disclaimer: They all belong to Vince
Warning: Lots of swearing. Maybe a slight kink? Nothing too crazy, considering they brought it on themselves…



( They did the mash, they did the monster mash )

Title: Untitled Queer as Folk/WWE crossover
Pairing: Cody Rhodes/Ted DiBiase, Cody Rhodes/Brian Kinney/Justin Taylor, Cody/other
Raiting: NC-17
Summary: Cody is an art student in Pittsburgh, Ted is a business man on a business trip from Florida. Cody grew up in a conservative family, and when he moved to Pittsburgh, he discovers the gay nightlife and embraces it. Ted needs some time to adjust to things.
Disclaimer: All rights belong to the WWE and the creators of QaF
Word Count: 23,138
A/N: Well, this was meant to be a one shot, but, noting the length, it's going to have to be split up. So as not to overwhelm you guys, I'll split it up as best I can into maybe four parts. Also, please don't let the fact that you've never seen QaF deter you from the fic. As always, I'm soooo nervous that I didn't write this well. So, yeah, enjoy, and let me know how it is. And there's A LOT of sex in this, but it's not all terribly detailed, it's just there because that's life in QaF. And this chapter also has a cameo appearance by 2 other wrestlers. Catch it?
Warnings: Drug use and lots of sex with several different partners


( Third and final part )

Title: Untitled Queer as Folk/WWE crossover
Pairing: Cody Rhodes/Ted DiBiase, Cody Rhodes/Brian Kinney/Justin Taylor, Cody/other
Raiting: NC-17
Summary: Cody is an art student in Pittsburgh, Ted is a business man on a business trip from Florida. Cody grew up in a conservative family, and when he moved to Pittsburgh, he discovers the gay nightlife and embraces it. Ted needs some time to adjust to things.
Disclaimer: All rights belong to the WWE and the creators of QaF
Word Count: 23,138
A/N: Well, this was meant to be a one shot, but, noting the length, it's going to have to be split up. So as not to overwhelm you guys, I'll split it up as best I can into maybe four parts. Also, please don't let the fact that you've never seen QaF deter you from the fic. As always, I'm soooo nervous that I didn't write this well. So, yeah, enjoy, and let me know how it is. And there's A LOT of sex in this, but it's not all terribly detailed, it's just there because that's life in QaF.
Warnings: Drug use and lots of sex with several different partners


( Part 2 )

Title: Untitled Queer as Folk/WWE crossover
Pairing: Cody Rhodes/Ted DiBiase, Cody Rhodes/Brian Kinney/Justin Taylor, Cody/other
Raiting: NC-17
Summary: Cody is an art student in Pittsburgh, Ted is a business man on a business trip from Florida. Cody grew up in a conservative family, and when he moved to Pittsburgh, he discovers the gay nightlife and embraces it. Ted needs some time to adjust to things.
Disclaimer: All rights belong to the WWE and the creators of QaF
Word Count: 23,138
A/N: Well, this was meant to be a one shot, but, noting the length, it's going to have to be split up. So as not to overwhelm you guys, I'll split it up as best I can into maybe four parts. Also, please don't let the fact that you've never seen QaF deter you from the fic. As always, I'm soooo nervous that I didn't write this well. So, yeah, enjoy, and let me know how it is. And there's A LOT of sex in this, but it's not all terribly detailed, it's just there because that's life in QaF.
Warnings: Drug use and lots of sex with several different partners

( Take a walk down Libery Avenue )

So, yes, I have a fic set after Monday's show. It so should have been done yesterday given the length of it, and all, but I had classes and maaaaaaay have gotten distracted by soap operas... Also, I gotta give MAJOR props to Alex for one line all up in hurrrr. She said she couldn’t use it, and, well… I had a place for it. I’m sure you can figure out which one it is. If not, I guess that’s a good thing? So, yeah, THANK YOU ALEX!



The walk backstage was long, tense and quiet. None of them spoke to each other as they headed up the ramp. Cody and Ted were in front with Randy trailing behind after Dusty had been escorted to the back. Each time Ted went to put a comforting arm around Cody’s shoulder or waist, he would be shrugged off, or Cody would take a step to the side, not wanting the contact.

Ted opened the door to the Legacy locker room and let Cody walk in first. He shut the door, even though he knew it wouldn’t be long before Randy was in there with them. But he needed some time to try and get through to his boyfriend.

“Hey man, calm the fuck down.”

“How the fuck do you expect me to do that, huh?” Cody shouted. “How am I supposed to just calm the fuck down after what happened out there?!”

Randy had hung around backstage, waiting for John to get back there, as well. Maybe this little break from him would give him some time to cool down.

“Oh, Randy, baby, you fucked up out there.”

“Cody’s a big boy. He can fend for himself out there. And I’m a grown man who can make his own decisions, thanks.”

“Then how come you’re back here waiting for me and not dealing with Cody right now?”

“Because Cody’s pissed off and I don’t want to deal with him. See, that was me displaying my superb decision making abilities.”

“Gee, Randy, that’s gonna solve all your problems.”

“You mean avoiding them? Yeah, well, it’s worked so far.”

“And how long will you be able to avoid Cody? Ya know, one of your best friends? That guy that you just happen to work very closely with?”

“It’s nothing per—”

“That’s bullshit Randy. That was more than just business, at least with Cody. Let’s go find him so you can talk to him, ok?”

“See, that, that right there is called shitty decision making.”

“Call me out on that later, ok? Right now you’re leaving an angry Cody alone with Teddy.”

“They’re probably fucking by now, anyway.”

“You’re such an ass. We’re going.”

Randy huffed and grumbled, “Fine,” as he followed behind John to the locker room.

“Come on, Cody, it’s not like your dad can’t take care of himself,” Ted assured him.

“That’s not the fucking point! I was there two years ago when those two were having matches; that was one thing. This tonight, though? This was different.”

The door to the locker room opened slowly, and in first came John followed closely by Randy. Cody and Randy locked eyes; the younger man fuming, the older keeping himself cool and collected. John stepped to the side standing next to Teddy. He didn’t think it’d be wise to get between those two right about now. See, he could make smart decisions.

“That,” Cody began, referring to the RKO given to his father, “wasn’t supposed to happen.”

A small smirk began crawling up Randy’s face. “Maybe not, but it looked great.”

“You… That’s my dad!”

“You’re on that again? It’s not like that’s the first time that happened.”

“So?”

“So? So! So I made you look like a fucking hero out there. How’d it feel to hear your name chanted by the masses?”

“If they’re gonna cheer for me, it’s gonna be because of something I do. Not because you’re the biggest asshole to have ever existed.”

Randy took a step in closer to Cody. He needed to get right into Cody’s personal space as he said, “You and your family, whether it’s an American dream or a shattered one...you need to remember Cody, that dreams only happen when you’re asleep. Sooner or later, you’re gonna need to wake up, because reality never sleeps, and neither does the truth. When I said it wasn’t personal, I lied. And you know what? You knew it too.”

Cody was literally shaking with anger. He had never been so deeply and utterly pissed the hell off as he was at that very moment.

Ted and John were watching intently as they watched on; the only thing missing was a bowl of popcorn. They wanted to see what would happen next. And if things got too out of control, they were always there to break it apart.

Cody was about ready to punch Randy right smack dab on that fucking smirking mouth of his. Goddamn, how was his smirk actually growing?! Grabbing Randy’s shoulders with both hands, he spun them around, slamming Randy’s bare back against the cold steel of the lockers. The doors clanged as Randy’s body and head smacked against them, and the sound echoed throughout the room, causing John to cringe at the crack of Randy’s skull against steel.

Randy was pinned. Still, hew knew that he could get Cody off of him if he wanted. And John and Ted were there, so nothing terrible would actually happen, but he wanted to see Cody stick up for himself. He wanted Cody to take control. He wanted Cody to lose control. “Whatcha gonna do now, Cody? You gonna punch me? Kick me? Slap me?”

Instead, Cody did none of the above. And it was a move neither man expected, but each silently hoped for. He kissed Randy. Cody pressed himself fully against Randy, his cock straining with need as his tongue forced its way into Randy’s mouth.

“Now I can’t say I was expecting that one,” John muttered, unable to take his eyes off of them.

“Agreed. I thought one of them would come out of this with at least a broken nose.” Ted cocked his head to the side as he looked on in fascination.

Dropping his hand lower, Cody ran his palm over the length of Randy’s cock through the fabric of his trunks.

“So, are they gonna…?” Ted drifted off as he continued to watch.

“Wouldn’t surprise me. Is it odd that we’re totally fine with watching our respective… significant others…” John said with a pause, looking for the right words for Randy and Cody, “fuck each other?”

“Probably. But we’ve never exactly been the most conventional of couples, either of us. One of the first things we learn in Sunday School is to be true to your own self, and I guess that means I gotta admit I like watching my boyfriend have sex with another guy.”

“I like how you haven’t lost your philosophical sense even at a time like this,” John told him. As he was speaking, his hand began drifting towards Ted’s dick, which had been growing rapidly since this whole thing started.

Ted shifted his eyes to sneak a quick peek at John as soon as the other man’s hand found his dick. John was palming it through Ted’s trunks, and Ted took it upon himself to help John along further. He took John’s hand and peeled his trunks away from his own body, slipping John’s hand down to brush against his naked flesh.

Once more Cody spun himself and Randy around. This time he pushed Randy backwards until his legs hit hard against the edge of a bench. Cody broke off the kiss, telling Randy, “Lay down.”

Randy didn’t question Cody’s order. This was all he could have hoped for. As he lay down, he caught a glance out of the side of his eye of Ted and John together, watching them, as they started to slowly jerk each other off. He kept his legs straddling the bench as his back was flush against the wood surface.

Looking quickly over to his boyfriend, Cody shot him a questioning glance, wondering if he should continue. During his quick glance, he saw what Ted and John were doing, and swallowed hard at the sight. The look Ted gave him back read quite plainly, ‘What the fuck are you waiting for?!’

Turning his attention back to Randy, his hands went straight for the trunks. He pulled them off of Randy’s hips and legs, tossing them to the floor, leaving Randy hard and naked on the bench. “You gonna fuck me, Cody?”

“Yeah,” he answered. He did a brief scan of the room and found a partially full bottle of baby oil that had been strewn about by one of them. He bent over to pick it up and dumped a fair amount into his hand. With his other hand, he removed his cock from its tight restraints, then proceeded to coat himself with baby oil.

“You gonna fuck me hard?” Randy asked, practically moaning it out.

“Yeah,” Cody replied. With that, he grabbed Randy’s legs and hoisted them all the way to his shoulders. His dick was aligned with Randy’s hole, but instead of pushing his way in, he slipped a finger inside, teasing it around, running it around the rim, driving Randy crazy.

“Just fucking do it, already,” Randy said, his eyes closed, awaiting entrance.

“If you say so.” Cody pulled out his finger, instantly replacing it with the head of his cock. He leaned his body forward, causing his dick to push in deeper, and with a final thrust of his hips, he was all the way inside.

“Fuck!” Randy shouted.

“Shut up!” Cody hissed as he began to pick up a rhythm. His hips were slamming forward pushing his dick in deep with each thrust, hitting Randy’s prostate each time. His balls were slapping Randy’s ass, the flesh on flesh sounds filling the room, mixing with the noises John’s hand was making on its repeated up and down path on Ted’s leaking dick.

Randy’s cock was rock hard and leaking, and he felt that it needed some attention. His right hand worked its way over, but before he could so much as lay a finger on it, Cody slapped his hand hard. “You can’t touch it.”

“Why the fuck not?” Randy asked defiantly.

“Because I said so,” Cody growled. He was in goddamn control, and Randy better recognize that.

Randy glared, but brought his hand back down to regain his grip on the bench. He took a breath, cut short as Cody hit his prostate again, remembering that this was Cody’s time.

The pair had had sex with each other before, but he had never let Cody take him. Yeah, Cody had been on top before, riding him, but Randy had never wanted another person to be inside him apart from John. Until tonight. And he was loving every second of it. He certainly felt different than John, and it was a change after years and years of one man’s dick inside of him, but he reveled in the feel.

Cody’s fingers were digging into his thighs, scratching upwards from time to time, leaving evident red marks along Randy’s skin. Sweat was starting to develop on his forehead and over his body. His fingers dug in deeper as he drew ever closer to orgasm.

Randy was arching off the bench, aching for more. He always needed more. At each thrust of Cody’s dick inside him, he pushed up to take more, to get Cody in deeper. Still his own cock remained untouched, although it was begging for contact. More. That’s what it came down to. More. But he couldn’t get more; not this time. So instead he focused on the pleasure he was receiving from Cody. Every ounce of his being was focused on the movements Cody was making in and out of his body, and his cock twitched as the feelings were intensified.

He tried to fight off his orgasm, hold it in for just a while longer. But he couldn’t. As Cody spilled into Randy, the anger that he was holding for him also dissipated. After pulling himself out with a pop, he smirked down at Randy. Finally, he’d be able to get a little bit more.

Cody dropped to his knees and grabbed Randy’s dick in his hand before leaning forward to take the head of it into his mouth. Randy groaned as the wet warmth surrounded him and arched his back off the bench once more, trying to get even more. Cody moved with the arch, though, not letting any more in. Not yet, anyway.

Ted and John had already gotten each other off, yet they continued to watch on as Cody went down on Randy. They even felt their cocks beginning to stir to life once again. It had been a while since the four of them had done anything like this together, and it seemed as though all of them had been itching for it.

That goddamn tongue of Cody’s was driving Randy up the wall. He hadn’t taken any more than just the head of Randy’s cock into his mouth, and that was frustrating the older man like nobody’s business. And then… nothing. Cody’s mouth had left Randy high and dry. Randy whimpered, but then his breath stopped as he bucked up and came, shooting all over himself. Cody had taken it upon himself to drop down to Randy’s ass and continue to drive Randy crazy as he licked along the cleft, causing Randy to come almost instantly. Even after Randy came, Cody ran his tongue over Randy’s hole, sliding in and out, tasting himself mingled with Randy.

He slid over Randy’s body, kissing a trail upwards until his mouth was latched onto Randy’s. Randy moaned into the kiss, able to taste a mix of Cody and himself, which was absolutely intoxicating. Finally, Cody pushed himself up and swung his leg over the bench and tucked his semi-hard cock back into his trunks.

“Good show, boys,” John said from his spot against the lockers.

Cody scratched behind his head and bit his lower lip. It was easy to forget that he had an audience when he was lost in the moment like he had been.

“Good to know it was appreciated,” Randy replied as he stood up. He walked over to his trunks and bent down to pick them up, absolutely no shame or modesty in his actions. He was an attention whore; it was in his nature.

“Oh, shit, what time is it?” Cody asked as he began searching for his phone. “Ted and I were supposed to go out to dinner with my dad.” When he found it, he noticed there was a missed call from his dad to meet him outside as soon as they were showered and dressed.

“Just douse yourself in some Axe, and maybe get some gum and he’ll be none the wiser as to what happened in here,” Randy suggested as he pulled on a pair of sweatpants.

“Fuck. We could always cancel…”

“Oh, come on, you’re not canceling on your dad,” Ted said to him. “Just call him back and say that you got caught up with Randy and John in discussing our storyline, or some shit like that and we both lost track of the time,” he reasoned. “Well?”

“Ok, ok, I think that’ll work a little better than Randy’s Axe and gum idea.”

“Whatever. We’ll get out of here, then. Have fun with your dad, Cody. And Ted, have a good time hangin’ with your father in law.”

“He’s not—”

“He totally is,” John said, nodding his head in agreement with Randy. “Even though it’s not official yet, he’s as damn fuckin’ close as you’ll ever get.”

“Yeah, sure. Come on, let’s go shower,” Ted said to Cody, pulling him along behind him.

“Hold on, let me call your father in law first,” Cody teased with a grin all but plastered on his face.

Title: Untitled as of right now
Pairing: Cody Rhodes/ Ted DiBiase, Randy Orton/Cody Rhodes
Raiting: NC-17
Summary: Teddy has to make a choice. This takes place right after Our Father. Not as full of religious defemation as the first one, but, well...
Disclaimer: All rights belong to the WWE
Word Count: 8718
Feedback: Would be lovely


( Oh, the poor boys )

I finally get time to go on the computer when the fucking gnarly lightning starts.

Motherfucker...

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.”