Disclaimer- I dont own, any of the Charecters mentioned in this story, not that I wouldnt mind if I did. But I dont =/

I havent wrote in a long time, so this is me getting back into the game...

Cody had always been on the shy side. When he was younger it took his best friend Ted Dibiase all he had to get the younger to make new friends and when he did he came in the form of Randall Keith Orton. The three quickly got comfortable with each other. Granted Randy was the odd one out, he was what he called "The new guy" in the group, he hadn't known Cody nearly as long as ted had but that didn't stop him from loving and caring for the brunette. Randy instantly grew fond of Cody, his love for video games, his ability to become hyperactive when too much caffeine had been introduced to his system. He couldn't ignore how handsome Cody grew over the years. That tuff of dark hair over his head, those plump lips, his sharp lisp never seizing to cause a familiar bubble in his lower region, his smooth skin, his taunt abs….

"Randy….." Randy looked up from his place on the bench shaking his head rid of the thoughts that threatened him, his hand floating in mid air above his boots, he had stopped tying them up as he got lost in thought of his best friend. Cody stood above him, clad already in his wrestling gear, he had a soft smile on his face, and his hands were placed firmly on his hips.

"What Codes?" He quickly finished up his boot before standing, glad to be back standing taller than Cody, looking down at the younger man their eyes met.

"I…I was just going to ask what you were thinking about?" Cody stuttered, his lisp sharpening as he did so, taking in a deep breath as Randy stood close, their chest a mere inch apart, he could feel the heat radiating off of his mentor.

"Nothing, don't worry about it..." Randy shot back glaring before turning around and walking towards the door were Ted stood arms crossed staring at the two.

"What's your problem?" Ted barked as he pushed himself from the wall and opened the door, allowing Randy to exit first.

"None of your damn business Ted" Randy growled and hurried down the hall, their match was soon and he couldn't stand being near the two any longer then he had to. Maybe the few seconds he would get before his song began to blare through the speakers would help him regain his control.

He had always had a sort of crush on Cody but lately it had gotten stronger, his feelings for the young man grew as he watched him get older and form his own person. And Randy would have to admit he hadn't changed too much. He was still that shy kid at times. And Randy smiled to himself, quickly shaking it off.

"I hear voices in my head they council me they understand they talk to me!"

When all three returned back to the locker room, they were panting and sweaty. Cody was the first to walk in, immediately beginning to unlace his boots, he looked over at Ted and smiled, his head cocking slightly towards the showers. Randy watched in curiosity. 'What's this?' He asked himself, Jealousy forming in his gut.

He watched from the door, as Cody walked barefoot to the showers, Ted sat down on the bench, quickly ridding himself of his own foot attire. "What was that?" Randy asked lowly. Standing behind Ted.

"What was what?" Ted asked, turning around in his seat and looking up.

"That motion that Cody gave you? Are you two fucking?" Randy growled.

"If we are it's none of your business…" Ted shot back, glaring up at his friend. He had known about Randy's feelings towards Cody for a while. But he figured Randy was nowhere near good enough for Cody, he was narcissistic, and an always had been. "Like hell it isn't…." Randy roared...

"Ted!" They heard Cody from the showers yell, and both looked up to hear a shower head spurt on.

"I have to go…" Ted smirked and got up, following in the tracks of the younger, Randy watched as he disappeared.

His face red he turned to his bag and kicked it across the room. A low growl forming in his throat, he took a deep breath and began changing into his street clothes. He would shower at the hotel. He didn't need to be here for this. He felt an unfamiliar break in his heart as he heard a small whimper from the showers and he quickly hauled his bag over his shoulder and walked out of the door.

Running into countless other people, he hurried down the hall and out the back door of the arena and towards his car. Slamming the door shut and turning the engine on he sped out of the lot and down the street.

"What's wrong with Ran, Teddy?" Cody asked as he and Ted rested against the cold tile wall of the shower, Teds Head on Cody's chest, the younger's legs still wrapped tightly around his hips and arms hung loosely over his shoulders.

"I don't know, I think he's just tired." Ted rolled his eyes, Cody could never stop caring about anyone, even if they were as big an asshole as Randy, Cody had made friends with all the most disliked people on the roster, The Miz, and Chris Jericho included. But he had never stopped being Ted's friend. The two were just stuck together. Ted wouldn't have it any other way.

He felt Cody nod and sigh, He was nudged softly as Cody's legs fell and the water was turned off. "We should get going." Cody yawned slowly, his ink lips stretching and his arms coming above his head to stretch. Ted smirked as he heard all the muscles pop and give way to the pressure. He kissed Cody's neck before pulling back. "Yea, I'll drive, let's get dressed."

John walked into his and Randy's hotel room. "Hey Randy" John said as he dropped his bag on his bed, the one closest to the door. He had wanted to the one by the window, but as usual he and randy had fought over it, and Randy had won. John would never admit it was because he couldn't ever deny Randy anything but he didn't know too many people who could. He just settled with He had let the other win, and couldn't care any less about having that particular side of the room.

John looked up when he didn't get a response, seeing his on screen foe glaring at empty space, his hands clenching and unclenching on the bed, the sheets crumpling under his touch.

"Whoa man what's up with you?" John walked over to the other bed and stood in front of the window.

"Fucking Ted, thinks he can have whatever he wants" Randy growled for the umpteenth time that night. He was sore that's for sure, that fight had taken a lot out of him but his muscles couldn't help but tense even more if possible at the anger and jealousy that had risen in him. He hadn't even known he had it in him. But anytime it came to Cody his feelings escaped his guards and flooded over and drowned his common sense.

"What about Ted?"

"He's fucking Cody…."

"Aw, man I wouldn't sweat it, Cody; he's got strong feelings for you. I can see it when he looks at you." John reassured him.

Randy looked up and his eyebrows furrowed in question. "What?"

"Oh, you're more clueless then Evan, Cody worships you Bro…"

"Then what's he doing with Ted?"

"Probably getting what you won't give him!" John Yelled and sat down on a chair nearest them.