I own no one involved. I just wanted to write this after making an MV that sorta fits the same storyline as this story.
The music was loud, thumping against the walls and Cody's ears as he sat at a table with his friends, leaning drunk against the table, laughing loudly at John. They had just finished a supershow, and he, John, Randy, and a few of the other guys had gone to a club to relax. Cody had invited Ted to join them, but the older man declined, stating he was too tired. Cody took a gulp of his drink, laughing again. His loss he figured in the end.
Randy swept over to them at that point, and grabbed Cody, leading him out onto the dance floor. Cody didn't protest like normal, his arms slinking lazily around Randy, smiling up at the other man. The man that he had idolized and watched from a distance for so long that such a close distance was downright painful as they swayed to the music, their bodies grinding against each other. The music thumped around them, the crowd faded away until it was just them in the room, their bodies moving together in a way that had Cody almost begging for more.
Soon, Cody found himself being led out into the cool night air, the gentle breeze brushing delicately against his skin. He stumbled his way along with Randy, thankfully for the grip around his wrist otherwise he knew he'd be kissing the ground right about now. The world spun around him as they returned to the hotel not too far from the club, and made their way up to Randy's room. Upon entering the room, Cody found himself shoved against the door, hands all over him, and his body tingling with a fiery passion as they stumbled their way to the bed.
A bright light blinded the two men hours later, the sound of feet shuffling around, a loud voice shouting incoherently at them. Cody sat up, swaying slightly, the covers lying around his waist. It was then that everything hit him like a ton of bricks. He looked at the figure of Ted standing before him, the anger, the sadness in Ted's gaze stared back at him before he glanced over at Randy, swearing underneath his breath when he saw Randy in the same state as him, his eyes still foggy with alcohol and sleep.
Cody stared silently at Ted; the pain that coursed through Ted's body was vibrant in the unshed tears that shined in his eyes. Cody couldn't blame him, he thought as he lowered his head, his gaze falling on the covers that draped loosely around his waist.
"How could you?" asked Ted finally, his voice cracking as he stared at the two men in the bed before him. He could feel his body shake as he looked at them, his heart pounding.
Cody couldn't answer; he didn't know how to answer that. He looked up at Ted then glanced over at the Randy, pouting faintly at him, before looking back at Ted. "I don't know Ted," he finally managed to get out, his voice trailing off as Ted shook his head then ran out the door, the door thudding shut behind him.
"Fuck," mumbled Cody, throwing his head into his hands, his fingers curling up in his hair. He felt the bed shift underneath him, the warm touch of a body pressed up against his back, their breath tickling his ear.
"Cody," said Randy, his voice low and slow, "You don't need him, and you never needed him."
Cody shook his head, "I still love him," he said softly, "and I fucked up."
Randy smirked faintly, kissing the side of Cody's neck, "No, you fuck pretty nice actually," he whispered, pulling Cody back underneath the covers. Cody whimpered faintly but he gave into him, figuring there was no use fighting now. He had lost Ted, and he was never getting him back.