Summary: When you get in dangerous situations there's really no one you can trust.
Disclaimer: I do not own, of course! This is just for fun
Author Note: I have no beta, so please excuse any mistakes they are all mine!
The First Incident
Cody pressed his body as far back as he could, feeling the wetness from the hard rock soak into his shirt. He desperately tried to control his unruly breathing and hold absolutely still. Footsteps could be heard in the distance slowly coming closer and in response he closed his eyes tightly, heart pounding, muscles trembling and tense.
Thump, thump, thump, THUD…
Cody winced as a door was thrown open about 20 feet in front of him. It took every bit of strength he had to stay as he was, he must not be found.
All he could do was count his breaths in his head and hope his luck would hold out, but Cody didn't think he had ever been so scared before in his life.
He pressed even harder, ignoring the dirt and scraping of his cheek and jaw on the jagged wall. It was getting harder and harder to control the shaking of his body and the quietness of his breathing. Just a little longer, just a little longer, he started a chant in his head.
The early part of the night had already sapped his strength, and Cody panicked for a second, unable to sense if the footsteps were coming or going. He absolutely couldn't stand it much longer, his nerves felt fried and his body weak.
But he did stand it, because he had to. As minutes that felt like hours finally passed, and the sounds gradually floated away, he cautiously began to relax bit by bit. He was still anxious, forcing himself to walk as soundlessly as possible to the nearest door. That one was locked, but the next one he came to wasn't, thank goodness!
It looked to be some kind of closed down shop, with trash, boxes, and cobwebs filling the space. And there in the very back, like a shining beacon, was another door. Always have an escape, he reminded himself.
His hands and legs had started trembling slightly, a belated reaction to the adrenaline and fear. It took all he had not to gasp for air and run as fast as he could, making whatever noise was necessary, until he was somewhere safe.
Cody ghosted through the room and cracked open the other door, peering around it nervously, but all he saw was an empty street he didn't recognize. He hesitated for a split second, not wanting to leave the cover provided by the building, but he knew it was a false kind of safety, he needed to get back to his home.
Keeping as close to the buildings and the shadows made from them as he could, all the while checking each intersection for a street sigh he recognized, Cody headed back out into the night. Maybe he would get just a smidgen more of that luck from before, and would be in his own bed in no time!
The adrenaline, however, was starting to fade, and the shivers and fatigue were getting worse. Tears had threatened the back of his eyes, when suddenly, he finally came to a street he knew!
Only bad thing was that particular sign meant he was still pretty far from his place, but with his new chant playing over and over in his overwrought mind he determinedly headed home.
Cody had no clue how long it had actually taken him, but it felt like a lifetime. He never wore a watch, and the cell phone he usually used to keep time had been left at his townhouse, to be safe. He didn't need anyone getting a hold of the contacts that were in said phone… and he didn't want the temptation to call for help. The last thing this situation needed was for someone else to be a part of this mess.
The trip back had truly been out of horrible nightmare, with every little noise causing his heart to jump into his throat. The worst part was when he had to cross open spaces with no cover for him to hide in. But he had made it to his front door!
It took several tries before he got the key in the lock, and he frantically turned it and the doorknob, letting himself almost fall in.
Softly he shut the door behind him, locking it securely, before leaning his head against the cool wood in exhaustion. Every muscle, every piece of him –even his brain– felt painful and tired.
After a short rest, he dragged his feet to the bathroom, flipping on the light switch, his arms feeling like noodles. The sight that met his gaze in the mirror was truly tragic. Despite his usual golden tan, his face appeared pale, his blue eyes standing out even more in contrast. The right side had a deep scrape on one cheek and all of him was covered in dirt and sweat. His shirt and pants were also dirty and the back of them soaked clean through. He could visibly see the continued shaking of his body.
As he went to turn on the water and drink from his hands, he noticed they too were scratched and bleeding… besides being filthy. He quickly washed them with soap by the sink, ignoring the stings from cuts, and then eagerly began drinking the wonderfully cool water.
What he really needed a shower, but after quenching his thirst his body and mind just seemed to give out on him. He felt burnt out and all he wanted to do was collapse and sleep for maybe a day or two.
Cody crawled into his bedroom to his bed and didn't even bother getting under the covers or undressing. He just fell on top of the cushy softness and was instantly asleep.
Dimly, as though the sound was coming from far away and was muffled, Cody vaguely heard a pounding noise that interrupted the velvety blackness that had engulfed him. He rolled over, curling into a ball, hoping it would go away, but of course he had no such luck.
With a loud sigh, he gave up and pushed himself up, gasping for a second at the sickening lurch of his stomach. As for the rest of his body, well it felt just as bad. Cuts and scratches made themselves known and every muscle felt sore and achy. He let out a groan as he stumbled to his feet. Whoever was on the other side of the door, better hope they had life insurance.
He glanced blearily at the door in front of him, noticing the bottom lock was undone, though the deadbolt was still locked. That meant whoever was on the other side had a key to his place.
That limited the possibilities to a handful of people, most of whom he wouldn't mind seeing… though not in his present condition.
With that, the knocking started up yet again, he sighed and unlocked the door completely and opened it, forgetting in his foggy mental state the way he must look after sleeping in the same gross clothes from last night.
The first person he saw was his older brother Dustin, who was currently looking him over with wide eyes. It was the second person who sent a shaft of panic through the fog in his head. What the hell was Randy Orton doing here?
"There some kind of water shortage I don't know about 'round here?" Dustin asked after a moment of silence. "Because there is no other excuse for smelling the way you do little brother!"
Cody stood there paralyzed, before finally remembering he should move aside and let them in.
He did so, glancing down to avoid the icy grey gaze he knew would be directed at him. In doing so, he realized he hadn't even taken his muddy shoes off before falling asleep last night!
This is about to get complicated, he thought to himself, turning to meet the serious gazes of his brother and.. uh friend?
He glanced down at his clothes, seeing a chance to escape and gather his thoughts. "Let me shower and change real quick so you don't have to smell me, you guys stay put." He pivoted quickly and headed to his room, not giving them a chance to answer.
"So… What the hell happened to him ya think?" Dustin asked out loud.
"No clue, but he looks like shit." Randy answered sparingly, glancing around the house. He had never actually been here, and was surprised to not see nerd stuff adorning all the walls of the place.
Back in the bedroom, Cody hurriedly grabbed a light blue t-shirt, some jeans, and a pair of black boxers. He checked to make sure the master bathroom indeed had towels, since he couldn't remember the last time he had done laundry, and then started the water.
While he waited for it to heat up, he couldn't help but reflect that the sleep he had gotten hadn't improved his appearance any. Cody winced at the thought of all the questions he would have to somehow find answers for.
As steam filled the room, he stripped out of his nasty clothes, noting a few scratches and bruises here and there he hadn't seen before. This was going to hurt, he thought to himself, as he carefully stepped into the shower stall. Even knowing, he still let out a small yelp as the hot water cascaded over his body.
It was stinging and soothing at the same time, working out some of the soreness from his over-used and abused muscles. If only he could stay in here forever, underneath the warm spray, no thinking involved.
Unfortunately reality intervened, and he carefully finished washing off, then before he could try to talk himself out of it, he turned off the water.
Cody slowly and carefully toweled off, then got dressed, none of his injuries looked bad enough to need bandaging, thank goodness.
He knew he needed to be thinking of an excuse for the condition he was in, there was no way his brother wouldn't demand, but his mind felt like mush and he just couldn't muster up the effort. He let out a soft sound of frustration, and tried to steel himself as he opened the door and stepped out.
"So what brings you two here?" Cody asked casually to the two men, one in the recliner, the other on the couch.
"Doing some events and such in the area, thought we'd give you a surprise visit." Dustin said smoothly, the look in his eye's telling Cody plain as day what he already knew –that he wasn't going anywhere until he got an explanation.
Randy just leaned back further into the couch, slouching slightly, waiting to see the drama unfold. He was careful to hold in the smirk that threatened to make itself known, family dynamics could be so interesting.
"Sounds like fun." Cody said, taking a chair from the dining room and flipping it around to straddle it backwards. He sat down, almost groaning out loud in relief at being able to rest his poor tormented legs, dangling his arms across the back of the chair. He could have sat on the couch next to Randy, but that was something else he didn't want to deal with.
Back when they had the whole Legacy thing going, he had started noticing Randy in a different light. Cody had no real clue if Randy felt the same. He thought maybe there had been some attraction too, but hadn't felt secure enough to do anything about it. Randy wasn't like the other guys he had dated. They were never around for more than a week or so, and none had the intensity that Randy did. Cody had always been the one able to leave whenever he wanted, the one in charge.
He could sense that anything with Randy would be way outside the usual status quo, which he was very comfortable in. Not to mention that though rumors swirled around the locker room, Cody also knew that technically he was married with a kid.
Right when the storyline had Cody and Ted going against Randy, was when Cody decided to take the easy route of chickening out and avoiding complications.
It was almost like fate the way it had all worked out, the uprising, the draft. When Cody was have a conspiracy theory moment he would wonder if Randy, what with all the pull he had in the company, had asked for everything to happen… but probably not. That surely was just Cody's craziness kicking in. Distance was a much better choice, either way.
Cody could feel his brothers gaze burning into the side of his head, but he tried to keep his cool.
"Sorry about the way I answered the door, had a crazy night last night."
"Oh realllly?" Dustin drawled, waiting patiently…-ish
Cody knew he had to play this just right. "Yeah went out slummin' with a friend to this horrible place. Anyway we had more than a few when a bunch of ghetto dudes came in starting crap. Next thing I know the cops are pulling up, so I hightailed it outta there. Unfortunately for me, my friend had driven and he left me with no way home but to walk, and let me tell you, it was a very long walk. " Cody finished with a half-smile.
It was hard not to betray the rather large lie he had just told by any nervous tics, too much or too little eye contact. His brother knew him well, but due to the busy schedules they both now had, not to mention the experience he had gained both in and out of the ring, well… all he could do was hope.
"I guess this is one of those things I probably shouldn't tell Dad, huh?" Dustin said teasingly, seeming to believe. However, Cody could still see the slightest bit of speculation in his eyes.
"Oh great, you're going to save this for blackmail purposes aren't you?" Cody said with a roll of his eyes. "Just try not to make a slave out of me for too long, okay? I have a life nowadays!"
Dustin laughed, his body relaxing just the slightest. "I make no guarantees little brother!"
Score. Cody thought to himself, his brother had bought it hook, line, and sinker. He chanced a glanced in Randy's direction, still chuckling softly with Dustin, but all he could see was what he thought of as Randy's usual poker face.
Just then a shrill ring sliced through the room, Dustin's cell phone it turned out. Cody watched as his older sibling pulled it out and grimaced at the display before answering it.
Cody took this chance to look around the living room and check it for cleanliness, something he had forgotten about till then, all the while listening to his brother's half of the conversation, which seem to be mostly a lot of "Uh uhs" and "Sure" and finally "Right now?"
Maybe they would be leaving soon, and Cody could get back to the much needed sleeping that had been interrupted. Plus, there was a better chance of him not screwing up and letting something slip if they were gone.
Dustin said a good bye and slipped his cell back in his pocket. "So I need to run real quick, but if you want to stay Randy, I should be back in about 30 minutes and then we can all go out for something to eat when I get back. That sound good?"
"Sure." Randy said, his low gravely voice causing Cody's breath to hitch in his throat uncomfortably. Dustin looked his way and he gave a short nod, not trusting his voice.
Cody tried to think of anything or any reason he could to get away, did he need anything from the store? Before he could even begin to formulate an excuse his older brother was up and out the door.
He tried to act nonchalant, like he didn't mind being alone with Randy. That the whole facade was a failure became apparent very quickly when Randy suddenly stood up and stretched, causing Cody to flinch and jump slightly in his seat.
"Why don't you show me around the place." Randy said, with a small amused smile on his face.
So much for the hope that he hadn't noticed my fricking nervousness, Cody thought to himself, as he forced his tired muscles into action and stood up. "Not much to see, but sure come on down." He swung his leg over the chair and walked over to Randy, indicating the hallway to his left with one hand.
So swiftly Cody couldn't even react, Randy's arms darted out to grab him by the front of his shirt. He abruptly swung him about and had him shoved against the wall in a flash.
Cody's first instinct was to lash out, but Randy flattened his own superior weight against the boy, pressing against him completely from thighs to chest, his face just inches away.
While there was no doubt he was being held firmly, it wasn't by any means harshly, and Cody was unsure how to react. He grabbed at the hands still tangled in his shirt with his own, and tried to control his breathing. He was still as weak as a baby from the other night and knew there was no chance in forcing Randy to let him go until he was ready to.
"What the hell?" He managed to get out as he continued to practically gasp in Randy's face.
But Randy didn't reply, and the stony expression on his face didn't change either. Cody had no hint, no warning.
The next thing he knew, Randy had tilted his head down just the slightest, almost aligning his lips with Cody's. There was maybe an inch between them, and the timber of Cody's harsh breathing changed just the slightest.
Suddenly, like a switch had been flipped, he could feel all the places their bodies were touching, the places he hadn't bothered to notice in his confusion. The contact seeming much more personal with that one little tilt of his head, the tone changed forever.
Cody could swear he could feel his breath hit Randy's lips, and his own trembled slightly in reaction. His mind was whirling, unsure if this was an attack or seduction. Either way he honestly didn't know where it was coming from, he hadn't really talked or seen Randy in a few months. Nothing that had ever happened between them could logically lead to this!
All thoughts almost went out of his head however, when he quit staring at Randy's mouth, and carefully, finally, looked into his eyes. He wanted to know…
But it didn't help.
He continued to stare into the icy gaze, yet nothing was revealed –no hate, no passion– just this bland intentness that was starting to get to him.
Maybe Randy saw the worry in Cody's face and eye's, or could sense that he was suddenly thinking too much… whatever the cause, all of a sudden Randy's grip changed.
Randy relaxed the tight hold he had on Cody's shirt, but Cody barely had time to notice that before Randy angled his head downward even more, and never breaking eye contact, he gently licked Cody's bottom lip sensually.
There was no doubt about it, Cody was full-on panting now, eye's wide, his body frozen in place by that one little act. A small smile came and went across Randy's face, the barest hint of emotion, before he determinedly pressed his lips firmly into Cody's.
Cody was lost; his hands falling to his sides, his body aching in a whole new way. All he could do was marvel at the sensation of Randy's mouth, something he had always wondered about in the back of his mind.
A groan slipped from Cody's mouth to Randy's when he felt the other man's hips jerk forward against his own hardness. He couldn't help but swivel just the slightest, pressing back intimately, loving the warm shivers of feeling it produced.
Randy made no noise himself, his silence in direct contrast to Cody's heaving breaths and low moans, but his hands moved to Cody's shoulder and tightened slowly.
He just couldn't help but buck his hips forward forcefully at that smallest sign of passion, throwing his head back at the fire climbing through his veins. He just couldn't seem to catch his breath.
Randy took the opportunity to draw grazing kisses across the column of his throat, and he could feel the vibrations from the noises Cody was making. He moved slowly down the gorgeous neck, to the place where it met his shoulder and gently bit down on the muscle there.
Cody shook slightly and sagged a few inches down the wall, his legs threatening to give out. Randy reached up with one hand to pull Cody's head towards him, kissing him harshly this time. Lips pressed into teeth, he ruthlessly pushed his tongue into Cody's mouth while at the same time pressing his muscled thigh into Cody's groin, his other hand holding onto his ass, keeping him in place.
Now the only noise was the sound of their increasingly frantic kissing, as they started to grind against one another. Randy finally moved his hand a little lower down to Cody's neck, giving him just the tiniest bit of space to catch a breath. That breath turned into a gasp when he felt Randy's other hand move from his butt to the fastenings of his jeans.
Cody couldn't think, all he could do was feel. There was nothing rational about this, only the liquid heat that flowed through his veins and spurned him into a dizzying tailspin. All he cared about was reaching that peak, everything else faded away to a kind of tunnel vision, and all he saw in that tunnel was Randy. His grey eyes half closed with passion, lips wet from their kisses, his hand firm and so familiar at the back of Cody's neck. This was all there was.
Then he felt the blaze inside of him reach new heights when Randy undid his jeans with the one hand, haphazardly pushing them over his hipbones to catch on his thighs, and palmed the aching hardness that was him.
Cody arched violently into the touch letting out a soft and slow "Oh my god!" His arms and hands, which had been hanging uselessly by his sides the whole time, now clawed desperately at the wall behind him. For some reason he had this stupid idea in his head that if he touched Randy he would somehow come to his senses and stop –either way there was no way in hell he was chancing it. It just felt way too good.
Randy's mouth returned to ghost over Cody's cheek and chin, giving small breathy kisses on the flesh. He even licked at the stud in his nose before moving on to nibble on his lobe, and blow a hot breath into his ear.
Cody shivered at the soft touches, his hips making small motions against Randy's hand, all the while letting out a steady stream of moans and groans.
Randy leaned back to get a good look at him, and ever so carefully, he finally started stroking Cody. Starting out light and gentle, he slowly began adding more pressure, causing Cody to cry out at the sensation.
His breath came a little harsher from his chest, as he tenderly pressed his cheek against Cody's. He knew his air just brushed Cody's ear, as his just drifted by Randy's ear. The gulp Cody made was audible to Randy and he decided it was time.
Pressing harder against him, cheek-to-cheek, hand still between them driving Cody crazy, he whispered into his ear. "Tell me what really happened last night."
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