So okay... this story kind of invaded my brain two days ago and I was trying to finish it as fast as possible, but it failed. So I've decided to make it a Two-Shot, second part following in the next two days.
Pairing: Cody/Sheamus (for those who still don't know... I like him... you don't accept that? F*** off)
Warning: Slash
Disclaimer: I wish I'd own anyone, but I don't.
The weeks leading towards Wrestle Mania had been long, rough, stressful and exhausting. Shows, interviews, signings, shootings, 4 to 5 days in a row every week, matches against Randy, HHH, Kofi, long nights.
He was glad that he was still able to stand upright, that he was still able to sleep at least five hours, maybe six on his few days off, cause god knows during shows he'd barely gotten three or four hours every night.
His love life, his sex-life was close to non-existent; well actually he had not have a love-life ever since he realized he was… well… gay… or bisexual at least. That was about a year ago.
He had had girls since then, one-night-stands; he had had that relationship with Beth until he started to grave for something else, something more, something… manly.
Sure, he had gotten offers since then, a lot, even some by his co-workers, but he had been too scared to accept them. Scared to get hurt -physically as well as emotionally-, scared to do something wrong, scared to be laughed at, to maybe even lose friends.
But there was someone who just did not leave him alone, someone who had asked him out again and again, someone who had been persistent for two months now, someone who had -even after Cody had told him he would rather fuck a plastic doll than him (he had been drunk as fuck that night) - who had still stayed there till the next morning, rubbing his back soothingly while he sat, while he knelt over the toilet-seat, heaving and vomiting, regretting getting that busted.
It was Stephen… rather known as Sheamus.
The older man was not exactly the most sexy, beautiful creature he had seen -heck, there were tons of guys on the Raw-roster alone who could easily become a porn-star by their looks alone- but Stephen was caring, funny, charming and most of all… he listened to him.
Not many people did that. Since Cody was the youngest on the roster, he had often be laughed at, snorted at when he had opened his full, pouting lips to make a suggestion, to offer an idea.
Not Stephen… he always listened, always gave him credits for his ideas, for trying so hard, for not giving up.
And that was probably exactly the reason why today, after Raw was over, six days before Wrestle Mania… he had finally given in.
He had never seen that big of a smile on Stephen's lips before, than at the moment he had agreed to a date. That smile just made him melt, so warm, so sincere, so full of joy, showing the perfect white teeth underneath those plump, pink lips.
So, Raw was over, their match long forgotten as they were sitting in a dark booth of the nearest Mc Donald's. Romantic, he? But that is what Cody had wanted when Stephen had asked him where to go.
He did not want anything fancy, did not want it to be a big deal, did not want his co-workers to talk.
They had waited until everyone had been gone from the arena before sneaking out, neither of them having the guts to face their questions, their looks, their disapproval, seeing it was just their first date after all.
Cody had his chin resting on his palm, elbow holding him in place as he grinned dreamily to himself over the thought of having to sneak around. It felt like high school all over again.
Stephen smiled at him, wondering what the young man was thinking about, the grin on those full, soft, velvet-like, pouting, so inviting lips the cutest thing he had ever seen.
He wondered how far this would go, how far it COULD go.
Honestly, he had fallen for Cody ever since he had seen him first, since he had met him the first time when he had started his career in WWE.
He had found him interesting at first, his hyperactive personality, his naïve, childish behavior, his ability to make everything seems easy and small, even the biggest problems.
As the weeks had passed and he found himself talking to the young man more and more, he had recognized… he had LEARNED the other side of Cody, the thoughtful, smart young man with a passion and fire burning in him, a desperation to be the best he could be in everything he loved; the Cody who cared for his family and friends as much as for the wrestling; the young boy on the outside, who was a young MAN in the inside.
And his looks… just the prefect combination of innocence, of cuteness and of sex on legs: those deep blue oceans, crystal clear; the strong, dark brows; those perfect cheek-bones; his deep dimples when smiling or laughing; those lips… so … pink, so full, swollen, so sexy, so soft. He would lie if he said he had never dreamed of touching them, running his fingers over them, brushing his own lips over those of the man right in front of him, tasting them, feeling them.
That fluffy raven-hair; that soft, silken, slightly-tanned skin; those tense, strong muscles in his arms; his shoulders, chest; that abs -not too trained, not too chizzled, just… perfect- and those legs… long and thin but still with enough strength to cut your air off when putting you in a head scissor.
And most of all… that ample-like bum, perfect, round, not too small, not too big, all the muscles in the right places. How much he wanted to rub his hands all over it, grab it, squeeze it, hold it while pounding him, while thrusting in and out of that tight, warm…
"Stephen?"
The soft, low rumble calling for him, bringing him out of his little fantasy startled him looking over to see Cody staring at him with an arched brow, eyes sparkling in the dim light of the restaurants darkest corner.
"You okay? You seemed to be off there for a moment…"
That innocence again… god how he loved it.
"Yeah… just thinking…"
Cody tilted his head in his palm, cocking his other brow up as he riffled his nose.
"Thinking? Bout what?"
And that lisp… it was just so… so fucking sexy.
"Nothing… just… stuff."
He shrugged his strong, broad shoulders, slightly smirking at Cody as his tongue darted out to wet his lips.
"Stuff, huh? Must've been good stuff with that look on your face, so… content… so pleased."
Now it was Cody's turn to smirk as Stephen's cheeks flushed in a bright red, a huge contrast to his else so pale skin.
"Well… I was thinking bout… you."
"Me?"
Cody's voice came out as a small squeal, making him cover his mouth in an instant, embarrassed about his surprise shining through.
The older man chuckled, his hand slowly moving towards Cody's, covering those full pink lips, fingers brushing over it, feeling the soft skin, the knuckles, the small muscles tensing as his eyes stayed fixed on Cody's, those blue pools totally drawing him in.
"Yeah… you."
His voice was a soft whisper, husked as he took hold of Cody's sweating hand, pulling it away from the reason of endless sleepless nights, intertwining his fingers with the long, strong digits of the young man.
Cody bit his bottom lip, tucking it in as he stared down at their laced hands, their teints showing the most awkward, biggest possible, but also most beautiful contrast he had ever seen.
Stephen licked his lips again, watching the expression on Cody's face, in his eyes, changing from surprise to embarrassment, to acknowledgement to… desire?
"Cody?"
The soft whisper made him snap out of his trance, eyes moving from their hands back up to the most intense, big, green smaragds, so beautiful, so soft; a smile flashing his way.
"How about we go back to the hotel? Maybe… watch a movie?"
As is hypnotized, Cody slowly nodded his head, lips still pressed together, his brain working so fast that it was unable to form any words, yet alone full sentences.
He did not even remember how they had gotten back to the hotel, nor how they had landed in Stephen's room; all he knew was that all of a sudden he was mesmerized by the tall, muscular, pale Irish-man.
That soft, red hair, all fluffed and chaotic; those eyes, the lips… pink, full, rough; those muscles… his biceps almost ripping his sleeves, the shirt so tight that he could see every line, every straw of muscle from his chest to his abs… and those long legs, so… powerful, so thick, so strong.
He could not take his eyes off the man, off that body on their whole way back, finding himself dreaming, imagining, wondering, drifting off, wishing things he had never even given a thought before.
Stephen opened the door, letting Cody in before following himself, the perfect gentleman.
He was more than glad tonight that he had not have to share. Ever since he had gotten to the top by winning the Championship months ago, he roomed alone and often enough he wished he did not, but tonight… he could not help but to let out a sigh of relief.
Cody turned to him, still chewing his lips, hands stuffed in his pockets, fidgeting; nervousness and insecurity mixing with lust and desire.
"Uhmm… so… what do we wanna watch?"
Stephen wet his lips, slightly smiling, the cuteness of the young man warming his heart. He glanced at the clock, reading already half past midnight.
"Well…" His eyes met Cody's once again as he shrugged his shoulders. "… how bout something scary?"
Cody nodded hesitantly, not really being a fan of horror and blood, screams and defeating silence, but somehow with Stephen… he just could not say no.
He trotted over to the drawer underneath the big Plasma-TV, opening it, shuffling through a deck of DVD's until he grabbed the one on his mind, plopping it into the player.
As he turned back around, he saw Cody still on the same spot as before, same expression on his face, whipping back and forth on his face as he gazed around the room.
"Want something to drink? Beer?"
Cody looked back at him, hand coming up to rub his neck.
"Uhm… no… maybe a Coke?"
He was slightly surprised that the young man did not want any alcohol -he looked as if being in need of something to loosen him up.
He shrugged to himself, grabbing a Coke and a beer for himself out of the mini-bar before walking over to the young man, handing him the cold drink, smiling.
"You might sit down for the movie though."
Cody blushed slightly, looking over at the single, king-size bed, nodding slowly.
They both headed over, Stephen sitting down at the headboard, leaning his wide back against it, patting the spot next to him as he smirked at Cody, who hesitantly took the offer, but careful to leave enough space between them.
He had never been on a date with a guy before, let alone with someone like Stephen. He had kissed another guy… twice… that was all. He felt awkward even being here… in that situation, though it also felt… nice… even right.
He smiled slightly, glancing over at the older man as the movie started, a million of questions coming to his mind.
A soft sigh escaped his lips, unbeknownst to himself, getting Stephen's attention. The Irish-man tilted his head, smaragd-green eyes meeting the blue pearls as he quirked a brow.
"Everything okay?"
And the first time that night, he found the young man smiling back at him, instead of chewing his lips or even frowning.
"Yeah…" Cody looked back at the screen, taking a deep breath in preparation, fingers laced, hands in his lap. "Can I ask you a question?"
He did not look over, but he could sense, could feel Stephen looking at him.
"Sure… anything."
"Uhmm… how long do you know that you're… you know… uhmm… gay?"
Stephen's low chuckle went straight to his groin. Whatever it was… his voice just made him… weak.
"I think since I was 16... Quite some time now."
"And… how many… I mean… with how many guys have you been?"
He felt himself blushing heavily just by asking something that intimate, fingers now nervously fidgeting with the hem of his tight, blue shirt.
"You mean… in a relationship or… sexually?"
Cody swallowed as he turned his head to stare at the elder man, chewing his lips once again.
"Well… uhmmm… both?"
Stephen ran a hand through his red, spiky hair, biting the inner walls of his cheek, thinking of whether to say the truth or not.
"Relationships… four. One lasted for over two years. Sexually… let's say it have been … well… a lot more than you'd expect."
He glanced back at the Georgia-native, tilting his head slightly, taking in the frown on his gorgeous face, his fingers nervously playing with his shirt, his upper lip tucked in; his own hand slowly reaching out for Cody's, resting on them, making the 24-year-old stop and look back up at him.
"What about you?"
Oh god, he could have died. He was not ready for that talk, not ready to tell him that he indeed was still a virgin, that he had never been with a guy, not even on a date.
He was sure his cheeks were beat-red as he glanced away again, back at the screen, not really fond at the image there as blood was everywhere and his stomach turned around.
"Ugh…"
He clasped his belly, feeling the acid slowly making its way up his throat, pressing his lips together tightly.
"Can we… ugh… can we watch… something else?"
Stephen saw the look in his eyes, the flushed cheeks, the sweat on his forehead, the tensing of his muscles and hurriedly grabbed the remote, turning the movie off before leaning over to the young man, one hand slowly rubbing his back, while the other rested on his chest, steadying him, soothing him, trying to get him to relax.
"Sorry… if I'd know that you react to blood like that…"
Cody shook his head, lightly smiling up at him, his dark full lashes pressed against his lids, eyes wide open.
"No… it's… it's okay… it was just a bit too much blood… just…"
He shook his head again before falling back against the headboard, taking a deep, long breath as he stared up at the ceiling, hands on his thighs.
"Zero."
Stephen arched his brows, looking back at him confused, lips opening to ask the obvious, but stopping when he saw Cody lowering his head to meet his gaze again.
"That's with how many guys I've been."
"Really?" His eyes widened even more, now in surprise as Cody nodded slowly, chewing the insides of his cheeks. "Yeah."
"Oh… wow…"
Cody sighed, looking away, tongue wetting his upper lip before biting hard onto it, somewhat disappointed in the reaction. What? Did he think he was a whore, fucking everything within a few inches? Or did Stephen think he was an easy lay? Or…
"Sorry…"
Being brought out of his thoughts, he stared at the large, pale hand, the long fingers covering his, swallowing.
"Just… well… wow… I'd thought that a guy as gorgeous, as charming, as intelligent and fun-loving as you… that someone like you couldn't save himself from offers."
Cody glared at him, huffing as he pulled his hand away and crossed his arms over his chest.
"What? Just because I get a lot of offers, I don't have to fuck around… or do I look like a slut?"
Stephen shook his head immediately, holding his hands up in defense.
"God no… Codes… that's not what I meant…" He sighed heavily, warm smile playing on his full lips, as he rested one of his hands on the young ones thigh, feeling his whole body tense, eyes falling on his pale skin as he swallowed audible. "I'd never think that… just… I thought that maybe one… maybe two guys…"
"Well NO!"
He forced himself to look back into Stephen's eyes, his own darkening, wet, with tears threatening to fall.
"I'm sorry."
"Stephen sure had not intended to make him upset, or even cry. He slowly rubbed Cody's thigh, his eyes a pool of warmth, of care, of sympathy, of regret as he inhaled.
"Sorry, Cody… I really didn't mean it to sound like that… I…"
Cody shook his bright red face, looking away, trying to find a spot he could fix his eyes on as his lips trembled, one… two tears slipping down his cheeks, voice cracking in a hushed volume.
"Can we… can we just leave it?"
"Yeah."
He could not help himself but to stare at the beautiful face, a large palm reaching out to caress the flushed cheek, thumb gently brushing the salty drop away, surprised to feel Cody actually lean into his touch.
His tongue sneaked out to flick over his bottom-lip before sucking it in, slowly moving closer to the young man… and closer… and closer… until their faces were only inches away from each other.
Cody could feel the breath tickling his sensate skin, eyes widening, face still turned away, breath hitching in his throat as the low, husked voice rumbled through his whole body, shivers running down his spine.
"Cody? Look at me… please!"
And he obliged, eyes widening even more as their noses almost touched, eyes staring into eyes, parted lips brushing over parted lips.
"I think we should… sleep."
Now… that surely surprised him. Stephen kissed his forehead, retreating his hand from the young's cheek, slightly squeezing his thigh with the other hand, lips curled up in a cute, little smirk.
"Uhmm… yeah… we… I guess we should."
Cody nodded, wetting his lips slowly as he watched Stephen get off the bed, walking over to his travel-bag.
He was not sure why, but he surely was disappointed by the loss of contact, Stephen's hand on his cheek had felt so good, so warm, soft and the one on his thigh… he'd wished for it to travel further, wished for it to touch something else, to touch more of him, his all.
He groaned innerly, smacking himself for his own stupidness, his bitchiness, the nervousness in him as his confidence grew together with his desire.
He did not even realize Stephen pulling two wide shirts out of his bag until he handed one to the southern boy.
"Stay!"
It was not a question, but an order, his voice strong, low, steady, demanding as he pressed the shirt into Cody's lap and the young man could not help but nod, shaking fingers grabbing the soft material.
His blue eyes followed the pale man on his way to the bathroom, tucking his bottom lip in as he watched him close the door. Taking a deep breath, he quickly got off the bed, stripping his jeans and his shirt off before pulling Stephen's over his bare chest.
It felt good, comfortable, warm, so nice as it hugged his cold skin, tangling down almost to his knees. His lips curled up in a smile as his hand slowly caressed the soft material, a silent sigh escaping his lips.
He had not realized that Stephen had already returned leaning against the door-frame of the bathroom, arms crossed over his covered chest, his own shirt ending at his strong, pale thighs, a big grin on his lips as he watched the young man for a while.
He really was happy about the outcome of that date so far… happy that Cody had not left yet, that he obviously enjoyed his company as much as he did.
He sighed, pushing himself off the frame, slowly striding over to the young man, clearing his throat.
"Come on, champ… let's get some sleep."
Cody was slightly startled, jumping a little as the voice brought him out of his daydream, unconsciously licking his lips as his eyes met the sight of Stephen in those tight boxer shorts covering the strong, muscular thighs.
"I… ähmm… yeah…"
He shook his head, looking back up at Stephen's face, seeing the eyes darkening just a little, smirk playing on his lips as he chuckled softly, walking over to the bed and climbing inside.
Cody took a long, deep breath, staring at him for a while, smacking his lips, fingers tapping against his sides.
"You coming? Or you wanna sleep in a standing position?"
"No… no…"
He shook his head, cheeks reddening again as he slowly made his way back over to the bed, sliding under the covers, heart beating rapidly, hard, almost painful against his chest.
Stephen smiled warmly, letting himself fall back onto the sheets, head hitting the pillow underneath him, so many things on his mind which he'd like to do, like to say, like to express, but for now… he decided against it, just wanting to sleep, wanting to feel the warm body pressing against his own, wanting the soft skin to touch his.
He slowly rolled onto his side, seeing Cody frozen; laying on his back, staring up at the ceiling and wondered what had gotten into him. The young boy changed from innocent and naive to cocky and seductive and back a lot tonight. Obviously, he really had not gotten any experience yet. Maybe not even in dating?
He shook the thoughts out of his mind; this was not the right time to think. It was already two a.m. and they had to get up at nine again, at least he had since his flight home was booked for eleven.
He closed his eyes for a second, inhaling deeply before placing his hand on the Georgians lithe waist, eyes fixing on his face, waiting for his reaction.
To his surprise, the young man did not even tense, turning his face to flash him a breath-taking smile, eyes shining in the dimmed light the moon was giving them.
"Night…"
"Night!"
"And Stephen?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for the beautiful date."
He flashed him a smile of his own, pulling the body a little closer to him, pressing his lips onto Cody's cheek, feeling the heat in it as he whispered.
"My pleasure."
And soon he drifted off into a peaceful slumber while Cody stared at him, eyes getting heavy with every passing minute until he fell asleep himself, images of the evening invading his head, a soft smile on his full lips.
As said... I'll post the second chapter in the next few days.
Hope you all review!