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It was draft time in the WWE. The crowd was roaring, the action was non stop, and Cody Runnels was dying inside. He had just made it back to his hotel room, and now he had taken to pacing back and forth angrily. Why did he have to go to Smackdown while Ted stayed on Raw? It wasn't fair. But, when creative made up its mind there was no changing it. So Cody dealt with the situation with a solemn resolve.
"I hate this world and everyone in it," he growled under his breathe for the hundredth time that night. "Well, everyone except you, Teddy." He stopped pacing and managed to smile slightly at his lover of 3 years gently. Ted was sitting on their bed smiling back at hearing his pet name.
"It's going to be alright, Codes," he said serenely. "Nothing is going to keep us apart. You are going to do fine on your own."
"How do you know that?" Cody sighed. "This will be the first time I am going to be apart from you and Randy. Did I pay enough attention? Do I know everything I have to know to really get ahead? How do I-"
He was cut short when Ted got up and pulled him into a sweet embrace.
"You are going to be fine. Randy is proud of you and what you've accomplished, and so am I." He pressed a kiss at his lover's temple. " Everything you need to know to succeed, you've learned already. You just need to be confident."
"I'm going to miss you," Cody mumbled in Ted's neck. Ted felt his chest tighten, and he could feel the tears he had been fighting all night form in his eyes.
"I'll miss you, too, Coddles," he whispered. "But it's not goodbye forever. We'll still see each other for pay per views and when you invade Raw." He looked Cody in the eyes, and saw that tears in his love's eyes. "I will always be there for you." They kissed softly.
"We still do have tonight," Cody said, wiping Ted's eyes. Ted returned the intimate gesture, then he leaned in and kissed Cody with more urgency.
"You're right," he breathed. "I think we should make the most of it."
They stood there just kissing for several minutes. Clothes soon started being discarded with the need for the two to feel each others' bodies rising. Before either knew it, they were on the bed moaning at the contact of bare skin to bare skin. It was impossible to tell where one started and the other began as they moved together flawlessly. Both were determined to commit every sound, taste, and touch to memory.
Cody let a small gasp out as Ted slid into his warm heat with practiced ease, leaned forward and captured his lips in the sweetest of kisses. They rocked together, their bodies molded into one. The pace was slow and gentle, and they relished in the feeling trying to make it last as long as possible. The pace quickened only when they felt their impending climaxes.
"Oh, Ted, I'm so close," Cody moaned as he gripped Ted's shoulder's tightly.
"I am, too, Cody," Ted sighed as he moved faster inside his raven haired beauty. Moments later they came together simultaneously moaning each others' names. They stayed together for a while holding on for dear life. The morning would come far too soon for either man's liking, and they would have to go their separate ways, but for now they clung to one another for as long as they could.
After a while,Ted slowly pulled out and rolled over on his side. Cody sighed from the loss of contact, then rolled over and lay his head on Ted's chest. They laced their fingers and shared a sweet chaste kiss.
"Do you remember when we met the first time?" Cody asked.
"We were, what, 10 years old?" Ted chuckled. "You didn't like me very much as I recall."
"I liked you alright," Cody replied laughing. "I just liked teasing you is all."
"You put food coloring in my hair while I was asleep, Codes. I had green hair for a day and a half."
"Yes, but you love me, anyway." Cody rested placed a tender kiss on Ted's chest.
"Yeah, you know I do." Ted tenderly ran his fingers through the other man's hair. "I know it's going to strange not having me around, but you are going to be just fine on your own. This is going to be the start of something awesome for you."
In another room not far away where the two were staying another couple was dealing with their own issues. Of course their problems involved the arrival of someone Mike Mizanin didn't really want to deal with. And he was pissed off.
"This sucks!"he fumed. He was currently sprawled out face first on the hotel bed that he shared with his lover, Randy Orton. Said lover was now sitting next to him trying to calm him.
"Mike, you can't get yourself worked up over this," he said soothingly. He rubbed Mike's back gently, feeling more at ease as he felt his lover relax. "We both knew that John was probably going to come to Raw this time. He's going to be getting more of a push; the crowd loves him. Not as much as they love me, of course." he added smugly. Mike rolled over and rested his head on in Randy's lap.
"You don't understand, baby. The way he left was terrible."
Flashback, last years draft...
"How could you, John?" he said with an air of calm he didn't think was possible. It was three hours before the show was starting, and he had walked in on his tag team partner and boyfriend kissing no other than Nick Nemeth, better known as Dolph Ziggler. "After all that we've been through, you're going to just move on because I'm on Raw now?"
"Look, I'm sorry you had to find out this way, but Mike," John thought for a moment. "I've fallen out of love with you. We're just too different, and with the distance..."
"Our differences never mattered before!" To his own horror Mike felt tears form in his eyes. He ran to John and wrapped his arms around the other man, as if he could somehow make him stay. John stiffened in the embrace. "Please don't leave me." John gently pushed Mike away from him.
"Please don't make this harder than it has to be," he said firmly. "It's not like what we had was all that serious, anyway." Mike couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"How can you say that?" His voice was cracking, and tears fell down his face. "You were the only person I have ever loved. I thought what we had was special, how can I ever be with anyone else?" Now he was babbling, and he felt like a complete fool. John put a hand on Mike's shoulder.
"You're going to be alright, Mikey," he said gently. "Just move on, and try to be happy." He leaned in and gave his now distraught ex a chaste kiss on the cheek and walked out of their locker room. As the door closed, Mike sank to the floor crying, his heart broken into a million pieces.
How was he going to move on?
Back to the present.
"Wow," Randy said as he cradled Mike's head in his lap." What a fucking tool."
"I couldn't believe it was happening," Mike said softly. "He hasn't really spoken to me since then. Of, course I got the last laugh in the end. Giving him that reality check in the ring actually felt kind of good." A ghost of a smile graced his face.
"I'm sure it did," Randy chuckled. He was relieved that Mike was still able to crack a joke. He hated to see the smaller man so upset. Though they had only been together for seven months so far, their relationship had really grown, and he felt extremely protective of Mike. "That was an extremely selfish way to leave you, but you're not going to have to face him alone. You have me now." He leaned forward and captured Mike's lips in a sweet kiss.
"Thanks, baby," Mike said. "I know I have you now. He probably won't want to have much to do with me, anyway. Now I don't know about you, but I am dead tired. Why don't we get some sleep? We have a lot to do tomorrow, after all." Randy carefully stretched out next to his lover and pulled him close to his chest.
"We should get some sleep," he agreed affectionately. "We both know how much of a bitch you can be in the morning if you don't get you're beauty sleep." He laughed when he was elbowed in the stomach.
A/N: O.K. End chapter one. What will happen now that Cody is on Smackdown? Will John's return prove to be a threat? Is Evan ever going to live down that whole stripper thing? All this and more in later chapters.
John C. muse: Am I going to be in this?
Me: Yes, you will be in the next chapter.
John M. muse: Alright, I'm in a storyline. Of course, I'm going to be a complete asshole for most of it, but eh, what are you gonna do?
Me:Someone has to be the asshole. Thanks for being such a good sport about all this.
John M. muse: Anything for a good story line.
Me:That's what I like to hear. So, folks, constructive criticisms are always welcome,and flames will be used to help lower the heating bill. Damn January weather...
