First shot at a WWE ficlet.
Mild AU, cause Ted isn't married, and his feelings for Cody extend beyond mere fraternity.
I don't own the WWE, or Ted DiBiase, Jr., or Cody Runnels. If I did, it was probably in a previous life and they were either my pets or slaves. You decide.
Enjoy!
Your name alone sets fireworks ablaze in my mind. No other name could be as sweet as yours; yours is honey and milk to my desert.
'Cody.'
After a match, you are exhausted, and you sit down on a bench, across me.
The beads of sweat, trickling down your chest, merging into small rivulets, passing over the hills of your pectorals and abs entrance me. They drip off to the floor, creating pools on the floor, and it takes all my strength to not stare.
The light blue of your tired, young eyes captivates me. The way you can freeze me with a single glance just shows the power you have over me.
Your dark, chocolate brown hair, all mussed from a fight, is… indescribable. I want to run my hands through your hair. I want to feel you, I want to make you mine.
The silken texture of your untainted lips, the pure taste of you... to kiss you would be enough, and then I literally could die. But, I can only imagine what it would really be like, beyond my feeble imagination...
Cause that's all I can do, right? Imagine. Nothing more. Everyone in the lockers knows that any twinks would be seriously reprimanded…
But I can't just leave this alone. I can't just let you go. You are the shred of hope that keeps me from jumping off the edge.
Every night, I see your face before I sleep.
Every hour, I check my phone, e-mail, and around wherever I am, to see if you are there.
Every single second of my newfound existence is dedicated to you.
Every single second of my life, I want you to be a part of.
If you only knew how my heart beats for you; how my life is fueled by my desire to hold your hand or touch your lips with mine; how I wish you could be mine. Maybe you would understand.
But you can't, and you won't, even if you could. And why would you? You have so much going for you, anyway.
I stay with you, as a friend, as a partner, so I can get as close to you as I can, while I can. I am manipulative, and I am a horribly, horribly confused idiot.
I am so sorry, Cody.
-Fin-
R&R would be greatly appreciated! :)
Cami