Title: Talkin' 'Bout My Generation (Part 1/?)
Pairing: None, unless you count the wives and the implied Ted DiBiase/Cody Rhodes relationship
Raiting: PG
Summary: This is in the same universe as Tell Us About the Boy from New York City. If you haven't read that one, I would, but it's not necessary. This is set five years after the end of that fic, and it focuses on the life of Ted's youngest son, Cody DiBiase and his kindergarten adventures.
Word Count: 3254
A/N: This is another one of those ideas that just wouldn't leave me alone. I'd like to see how this one goes over, but I have ideas for more fic in this verse. That being following Cody as he grows up and Ted observes. Also, on Erica's suggestion, I found a picture of a kid who looks like the Cody I pictured, which can be seen at the bottom of the entry. :)



( Super cute ficcage )

Title: Band on the Run
Pairing: Cody Rhodes/Randy Orton
Raiting: NC-17
Summary: Randy's life dream is to start a band in high school and make it big. Only he's got one problem, he doesn't have the players. That is until he meets Cody Rhodes. The journey goes from senior year in high school to a year later.
Disclaimer: All rights belong to the WWE
Word Count: 8638
A/N: It's taken me forever to write this... I hope it doesn't suck...



( There's no one like you, I can't wait for the nights with you )

Yes, that's right, we're at the finals! I have a feeling this'll be a close one. And also, if you could let me know if you'd object to doing another one of these polls, only with different groups, I'd appreciate it! Since I'm really considering it!

Poll #1515273 FINAL ROUND!
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Seriously, need loads of votes here! So VOTE!

God, it pains me to do these... Fuuuuuuck... I'm honestly gonna say I'm shocked at these results.

Anyway, this poll is open to the public. Anyone is free to vote! The more the merrier, really.

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Yeah, wowzah, we've got some hardcore matchups here! Getting down to the best of the best, fo realz! Have fun!

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Title: It's Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas
Pairing: John/Randy
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em
Summary: The time has come for Christmas preparations at the Cena/Orton household. They listen to Christmas music, and Randy nags John about presents. Same ‘ol, same ‘ol, really.




John walked into the living room, taking care to step around the boxes Randy had laid out amongst the space over the last few days. They had already put up their tree, Randy making sure to point out all the time they saved by getting a pre-lit tree.

The radio was on, playing Christmas music, as if Randy would listen to anything else at this time of year. John could hear Randy’s singing, but he couldn’t see him. He followed the sounds of, “Fine, you’re so smart, you rig up the lights” and found him standing behind the tree, putting up more ornaments wearing nothing but a pair of sweats.

“Lookin’ good,” John told him, hearing Little Drummer Boy begin.

“That’s a loaded statement if there ever was one. What were you expecting me to say? ‘And the tree looks pretty good, too’?”

“Wouldn’t put anything like that past you.” John removed one of the ornaments from the tree, grimacing as a few specks of gold glitter fell off.

“Would you put that back? You’re getting glitter everywhere.”

“Excuse me? I’m the one getting glitter everywhere?”

“Yeah. Now, did you want to help? Because I can excuse you if you’re gonna help. If you’re just gonna stand around and make a mess, then—”

“I already helped,” John said, referring to the single ornament he placed on the tree. Ever since they had been together, it had been a tradition of theirs to put up one ornament together, both holding onto the hook as they placed it on a branch right in the front.

“That one ornament? Is that really all you’re planning on helping with?”

“I think you’d do a much better job of things without me getting in the way. You seem to know what you’re doing.”

Randy moved from around the back of the tree, brushing glitter and tree needles off of him as he stood before John. “Ok, you have a point. You really do have a way of getting in the way of things. Oh, this is a great one,” Randy said, pushing past John to turn up the radio even more as Christmas in Kilarney started up on the radio.

“You know you’ve been listening to Christmas music since before Thanksgiving, right?”

“You’re saying that like it’s a bad thing.”

“Well, it’s not like there’s much variety,” John said, waving his hands in front of him, as if that’d help him prove his point.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean there’s not much variety. How many times do you hear White Christmas in one day?” John asked.

“Probably about four times.”

“Point proven.”

“But they’re always by different people. It might be the same song, but everyone adds their own touch to it, making it a different song in theory,” Randy countered.

“You’re fucking impossible. You have such a sick obsession with Christmas songs. Have you ever met one you don’t like?”

“Sure have,” Randy answered with a nod.

“Then how come I’ve never heard it?”

Randy raised his eyebrow, that gesture alone saying, ‘Do I really have to explain?’ “You’re such a dumbass. I turn it off. Haven’t you ever wondered why, if we’re in the car, I’ll turn the station and suddenly some rock music is playing instead of my Christmas songs?”

“Thought you might actually be appeasing me for once.”

“Right. Never gonna happen. It’s really because a shitty song is on. Or, rather, the one shitty song is on.”

“There’s only one?”

“Don’t change the station that often, do I?”

“No, you don’t. For hours on end, it’s nothing but Christmas music. All ten different renditions of White Christmas playing every day. Same damn playlist repeating about four times every day.”

“Woah, there, John. What did Christmas songs ever do to you?”

“I just don’t know how you can’t get sick of listening to it over and over!”

“You’ve already put up with it for the last seven years—”

“Wait a second, seven years? There’s no way I’ve been with you for seven years. You gotta be thinkin’ about someone else. Although I don’t know how someone could stand you and your shit for much longer than five minutes, let alone years.”

“You know what, John? You’re always giving me shit about being annoying, but you’ve got your moments when I just can’t stand being around you. So maybe you should just back the fuck up and not give me such a hard time.”

John was just about to reply when he heard Linus and Lucy start up. He looked to the radio, then back at Randy and smiled, “Always liked this one. You can never be angry when the Peanuts theme is on.”

“Bet you used to do the Snoopy dance when you were a kid.”

“And you didn’t?”

“Wasn’t saying that, was I? Do your mum have it on tape? I bet she does. I’ll tell her that we need to watch old home movies for Christmas this year.”

“No,” John said with a shake of his head, “I really don’t think you need to do that.”

“Oh, you’re trying to stop me from seeing them, that’s a sign that there’s some damn good shit that you don’t want me to see.”

“Well, you’re gonna talk to her no matter what I say. If I say sure, then obviously… And when I object, that just makes you want to see them even more. I don’t know what she has of me on tape, ok? I’m sure there’s a lot, though.”

Randy moved in closer, raising a hand to let it run down the back of John’s head, his other hand resting on John’s shoulder. “Hey, it’s been seven years, I think I can see some of your old home movies, right? Plus, your mum and I can talk about how cute you used to be and wonder what happened to you.”

John grinned as he muttered, “Fuck you,” but leaned in for a kiss anyway.

“So,” Randy asked as they broke apart from the kiss, “what did you get me for Christmas this year?”

John rolled his eyes. “That’ll have to wait until Christmas Eve. Maybe even Christmas day… of 2010, if you keep it up.”

“See, this is what I mean. You’re always saying ‘Oh, Randy, you’re such an ass,’ as if you can do no wrong because you’re the all holy John fucking Cena, and then you turn around and you say shit like that. Withholding Christmas presents has to be some kind of cardinal sin. Cruel and unusual punishment at the very least,” Randy said, a grin on his face the whole time.

“Hey, I’m only—”

“Shut up,” Randy said, cutting John off as he moved over to the radio. “No talking during Cheech and Chong,” he added as he turned up the knob.

“You know it by heart, what does—”

“No. Talking,” Randy said, just before he went back to reciting the whole thing word for word.

John moved around the boxes once again to the couch, where he sat down, then brought his legs up so he could recline against the arm rest and still watch Randy go about placing more ornaments on the tree as they traded lines from Cheech and Chong back and forth.

As soon as Santa and his Old Lady ended, Randy turned the volume down a little, then headed to the couch, smacking John’s legs, trying to get him to move them. When he didn’t, Randy sat down on top of them, smiling. “I love Christmas.”

“Really, Randy? Really? Because I couldn’t notice over all these fucking Christmas decorations. I’m surprised you don’t have one of those little villages with the snowy buildings and all that shit.”

Randy smirked. “Maybe I will get one now. Thanks for reminding me of those.”

“Shit. Like we really need more crap.”

“I’ll get one tomorrow.” Randy then moved his upper half so he was now lying on his side on top of John. He then lifted his legs, using his feet to push himself further upwards, both shifting around until they were comfortable. “So, John,” Randy began, running his fingers over John’s abs, “what did you get me this year?”

“A muzzle.”

“Oh, so you want to go down the kink route?”

“Already used our cuffs on TV.”

“True, true.”

“This was solely for my benefit, though. Just put it on you and then,” John added a dramatic, blissful sigh, “silence.”

“But what did you really get me,” he asked once more, letting his hand trail up even higher.

“A dildo in an exact replica of your dick. That way when I tell you to go fuck yourself—”

“I hate you. You fucking bastard. You stole my idea for you,” Randy finished with a smirk.

“Well, what’s that saying about great minds?”

“That you married me for mine?”

“No, I married you for you body,” John told him.

“As long as it wasn’t for the money.”

John’s fingers, which had previously been brushing over Randy’s head, stopped suddenly, and Randy could feel his body tense. Then he looked into John’s face. “About that, Randy. Baby, I’m so sorry, I—”

“So the truth finally comes out. All this time you were telling me it was for my body and the sex, but you really only wanted me for the money,” Randy said, his voice somber, but his eyes were twinkling and he was fighting a grin.

“If it helps, the sex and your body were still factors behind this whole thing.”

Finally the grin won out. “Well, that’s ok, then. Lord knows it’s not the fact that we love each other, or anything like that.”

“Right.”

“So, what did you get me for Christmas?”

John smacked the back of his head. “Not until Christmas Eve. And don’t even think about looking for the gifts.”

“You have them stashed at your parents’ house, don’t you?”

“Do I?”

“Do you?”

“Can’t tell ya.”

“You’re a bastard,” Randy muttered, rolling over onto his stomach so his body was now flush on top of John’s.

“Takes one to know one.”

“And that’s a fact,” Randy said soundly before placing a kiss on John’s lips.

John let his hands slide up Randy’s back, rubbing his palms over the toned surface. As he returned the kiss, he let his hands roam further, slipping under the band of Randy’s sweats. “Mmm, commando?”

“Woulda gone naked, but I didn’t wanna risk getting needles or glitter anywhere near there,” Randy informed him.

John chuckled, “Yeah, we can pass on the naked tree decorating.” His hand then slid around to the front of Randy’s pants, brushing over Randy’s hardening cock.

“You say ‘we’ as if you actually did something to help me.” He raised his hips up slightly as John’s hand gripped his dick firmly.

“Like I said before, I’d just get in the way.” He raised his head to meet Randy’s, pressing his lips to Randy’s in a quick kiss. “Besides, I think I can be far more helpful in other aspects.”

“You think so, huh? How do you figure?” he asked in a voice just barely over a whisper. He groaned and shut his eyes when John pulled his hand upwards then lowered it back down to the base of his dick. “Keep this up, maybe I will just keep you around.”

“Told you I could be helpful.” He then released Randy’s dick, much to Randy’s confusion. “Just get up.”

Randy raised an eyebrow and dropped one leg to the floor and began to stand, but John dragged him back on top of him. “But you—”

“I mean raise yourself up.”

This time Randy moved his hands to the arm rest and pushed himself up, letting his knees dig into the couch cushions around John. Now free of Randy’s weight, John shimmied down the couch until he was face level with Randy’s crotch. He pushed the sweats over Randy’s hips, licking at the smooth skin as soon as it was revealed. As he moved his mouth closer to Randy’s dick, he could feel Randy’s muscles tensing and moving under his hands, which were resting now on Randy’s ass.

And then, finally, John closed his mouth over Randy, using his hands to push Randy down deeper into his practiced mouth and throat. Randy was moving his own hips, assisting John, who was also raising his head up in time with Randy, getting as much of Randy’s dick into his mouth as he could.

John’s hands slid up and down Randy’s ass, inching closer and closer to the crack, finally brushing a single finger downwards until he found the puckered hole. He let his finger tease around the rim, just as his tongue was doing to the head of Randy’s dick, swirling round and round, pleasuring him just enough to drive him crazy, but not near enough to drive him over the edge.

“Mmm, fuck, John,” Randy muttered as he continued to drive his dick into John’s mouth, “at least you’re good for something.”

Unable to speak, John just mumbled his words around a mouthful of cock, the guttural sounds and vibrations sending shivers through the whole of Randy’s body.

As the pace picked up, Randy’s orgasm grew closer, his hips moving faster, John working to keep up and match movements. “Oh, fuuuuck, John,” Randy groaned. “Do it again.”

So he did. John hummed around Randy’s dick, and John felt every twitch of Randy in his mouth. He then pulled off of him almost completely, licking at just the head, catching the leaking liquid on his tongue. “Good for a lotta things,” he said before once again plunging Randy’s dick deep into his throat, finally pushing Randy over, and he made sure to swallow every drop.

Once John had moved his way back up the couch, Randy’s arms let him go, dropping his full weight onto John. “Always gotta get the final word, don’t you?”

“And you’re always sure to point that out, in turn getting yourself the final word.”

“Hmm, you caught onto that?” Randy asked before placing a quick kiss on John’s lips.

“Yeah, a little while back.”

Randy just smirked, changing the subject. “Hey, I should take care of that for ya, shouldn’t I?” He let his own hand slip downwards to graze over John’s own dick.

“I wouldn’t complain.”

“I will if you tell me what you got me for Christmas.”

Title: Hot For Teacher
Pairing: Cody Rhodes/Ted DiBiase
Raiting: NC-17
Summary: Ted is a new teacher and Cody is in one of his classes. How will they deal with the feelings that grow between them?
Disclaimer: All rights belong to the WWE
Word Count: 4478
A/N: This was written for the 'Hot for Teacher' fic challenge over at codiasi. Now I can finally start reading them all! Also, I hope this works for it, considering how the fic goes... You'll see...


( Got it bad, got it bad, got it bad; I'm hot for teacher )

Title: Tell Us About the Boy from New York City
Pairing: Cody Rhodes/Ted DiBiase
Raiting: NC-17
Summary: Ted and Cody started something in high school, but what did they make of it?
Disclaimer: All rights belong to the WWE
Word Count: 3955
A/N: This literally came from nowhere. It was written from 1:30 to 3am. This is NOT my typical fluff fic. Just... consider yourself warned, ok? But then, maybe no one else will find it sad, just think it's cheesy, or something... Either way, try and enjoy it...?



( Click for ficcage )

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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