Summary: Randy reflects on Cody in the locker room. ONESHOT.

I just love to watch him. He is just so graceful and charismatic. He just has that childlike wonder and enthusiasm for life that is taken for granted by most people. However I knew there was a little spitfire underneath that cutesy exterior. He could keep up with the viper which was a feat in itself. Another reason I kept him around: he kept me sane. I needed someone in my life who wouldn't just take my bullshit lying down. He had the balls to call me out on it unlike my "best friend", John. John was great but just for the purpose of being a "yes man" when I needed an ego boost. He takes all the bullcrap I dish out at him. But not Cody; he has no problem putting my overinflated ego back in its place.

I am a shitty person. I know it and accept it. People think I'm mean. I'm truly not a bad person. People just can't handle me. I can't help it if I feel the need to be brutally honest. Deal with it. Like Cody has.

I'm a shitty friend. I know I don't deserve Cody. But I'm too selfish to let him go. He has been by my side for forever and I don't think I quite know how to function without him. That little awkward gangly bleached blonde (he claimed it was a dare after he saw how I tried to subdue my laughter) 15 year old was going to be the viper's crutch in life.

I am a possessive bastard. I don't know why…wait…I actually do. See when he turned 18, he gave me a gift. He gave me his virginity. At that point he was already part of my heart so it was only natural I said yes. To this day he still tells me that I am and always will be the only one in him. Guess that's where the possessiveness comes from. I love the fact that I own that part of him and it will forever be mine.

I know people whisper about us. They wonder why we are so close. Why he gets to act like whatever with me yet everyone else gets a death glare. It probably doesn't help that I sometimes kiss him. People can say whatever they want about that cause I don't even know why. I also grab and slap his ass a lot. I can't help it- knowing that I was in that tight lithe body does things to me. He knows why I do it and that's why he doesn't complain about the hand-shaped red marks on his ass cheeks. He knows that I am staking my claim.

His ass belongs to me.

I know John's jealous. I know why but honestly what does he expect. I know I'm a terrible friend but he's the one who sticks around for it. I would miss his ridiculousness but hey if he wants to stop being my friend that's cool. Can you believe he asked me if I was fucking Cody? I can honestly say I slept with Cody only 3 times. It wasn't the accusation that irked me. He said "fucking". Cody and I make LOVE. We give ourselves over to each other and our complete trust. We remind ourselves of what we have together and how special it is.

He's staring at me crinkling his nose again. I know he's wondering why the hell I'm staring a hole into him. He opens his mouth to ask me but decides against it. He knows that I will eventually tell him. I always do. For some reason he little shit can get me to open up about anything.

He looks back over at me with his eyes smoldering and I know it's time. That once in a blue moon craving he gets. Who cares if I'm married? He cares if he has a girlfriend who is convinced I'm deliberately trying to steal him away from her? When Cody fucking Runnels is eye fucking you and practically making "come hither" eyes at you, you don't say no.

He catches my barely imperceptive nod and he smiles that gorgeous mile of his. Oh, Cody Runnels you will be the death of the viper.

I pack up my stuff and rush back to the hotel to wait to be inside my boy again. It will be our fourth time and we all know it won't be the last.

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