Title: Third Wheel
Rated: T (Teen)
Genre(s): Romance/Hurt/Comfort
Pair(s): Randy/Ted/Cody, Jeff/Adam, John/Mike
Summary: Ted has started to feel like a third wheel in his relationship with Randy and Cody
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, besides my OCs
Warning: Slash
Part: 2/?
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(Earlier)
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"Can you believe some of the shit that people write on this site?" Cody tried and failed to hold back a chuckle as he invaded his lover's Twitter acount. But then, the smile fell. "I can't even believe some of this shit."
"Like what?" Randy asked from the bed, his blue eyes still closed. It was obvious that he didn't want to move.
"Here's one. 'He can be so airheaded at times! Who on earth would wrestle with a broken wrist? And in a brace, no less! And then, to think that his opponent would play fair? I can't believe he fell for that!' Man, that's harsh." Cody continued to scroll down, interested to see what else there was to be said.
"It wasn't his fault. He was medically cleared to wrestle." Randy countered, almost as if the owner of the account could hear him. "Hand the phone over, Cody." Randy ordered.
"Why?" Cody asked, his attention still fixed on the screen.
"Just do it."
Cody did as he was told, watching as Randy's eyes widened. He tried to walk over and look over the other man's shoulder, but Randy kept him at bay with a hand to his shoulder. "Listen to this one. It's a response to the comment that you read. 'He's not a fool, love. He's an idiot.'"
Cody climbed onto the bed beside him, silent. "Great. Here's a new one."
Randy scrolled up to the top of the screen, before a look of pure infuriation claimed his features. Cody snatched the phone out of his hands before he could smash it into two. "'He thinks that Cody and Randy actually love him. Please! He's just Million Dollar Trash!'"
"It's really pitiful when people have nothing better to do with their lives than to ruin others'." Randy muttered, before he tore the phone out of Cody's hands and tossed it on the nightstand. If he read any more of those lies, he wasn't sure what he would do. "Hey, where is Teddy anyway?"
Cody looked over at the other twin bed, as if he hadn't realized that the other man had ever left. "I don't know. I think he went to take an early shower, but he's been in there awhile. I'll check on him."
"Good idea. Imma head down to the gym. I'll come back with breakfast, OK?"
Cody pecked his cheek. "Sure, babe."
Randy threw on some old sweats and a loose white t-shirt, before he left for the gym. Cody looked at the bedside table hesitantly, wondering if Teddy had seen the harsh words on Twitter and that was why he was so upset. Slowly, he slid out of bed and walked over to the bathroom door. All was silent on the other side. This made him worry more. Normally, Ted would be singing in the shower or humming as he brushed his teeth. The silence was so out of character, and it made his stomach twist uncomfortably.
He knocked lightly on the door, not wanting to startle Ted. Silence. So he knocked again, this time a little bit louder. Silence. Now, that worry had morphed into full-blown concern as he practically beat the door down, trying to get a response from his older lover. Still, silence. In a last ditch effort, he tried the door knob. Ted rarely ever locked the door to the bathroom, seeing as they all trusted eachother beyond a shadow of a doubt. His heart sank when he found that the door was indeed locked.
"Ted, baby?" Cody tried, his voice just loud enough to be heard through the wood.
"What?" Ted snapped, his voice trembling.
"Are you OK?" Cody tried. "You've been in there awhile and I'm worried about you. We're worried about you."
"Leave me alone."
Cody was not discouraged. It probably did him more harm than good. "Please, Ted? I just want to know what the problem is so that I can make it better…"
"Just fuck off and leave me alone, Cody! It's obvious what you think of me, so just… go to hell and leave me the fuck alone!" Cody's breath hitched. Ted never talked to him like that.
"Fine, be that way." Cody forced out, the first tears already starting to fall.
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(Present)
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When Cody finally managed to find Randy in the crowded gym, the older man was just on the verge of jogging on the treadmil. Normally, he would've stayed a minute to admire the view, but now was not the time to be thinking like that. His heart still hurt from what Ted had said to him, and he had no idea what could have brought it on. Did Teddy just not love him anymore? Was he tired of what they had and wanted to move on? Ted couldn't leave them! He was the last piece of the puzzle that made their lives complete… what would they be without him?
Randy saw Cody first, and killed the power on the treadmil. He wandered over to him, a little tired, with a thin sheen of sweat on his tanned skin. Cody didn't care. The instant he was within arm's reach, Cody threw himself at him – not caring who was around to see. Randy, a tad thrown off by his boy's unusual behavior, smoothed a hand over his dark tresses in an attempt to comfort him. But when the boy started to sob whole-heartedly into his chest, he knew that it must have something to do with Ted.
"What's the matter, Coddles? Is there something wrong with Ted?" Randy asked, genuine concern for both of his lover's evident in his eyes and his voice.
"Yeah. There is something wrong with Ted." Cody felt Randy tense beneath him, but didn't care. "He's an asshole!" With that said, Cody's sobs were renewed.
"What makes you say that, baby?"
Cody pulled back slightly, wiping his eyes on the back of his arm. "H-He told me to go to hell and leave him alone. And he sounded so serious! Like he didn't l-love me anymore…"
"Shh…" Randy tried to soothe the boy once more, but it didn't look like he would calm down anytime soon. "Why don't I come home early and we can talk to him together? We'll sort this all out, OK? And then we'll order room service for breakfast."
Cody's eyes widened, and Randy wondered how long it would take for him to empty out his wallet. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Th-,"
"Coddles, it's OK. You really don't need to thank me ten thousand times."
"Oh… OK." Cody looked down at the floor, looking for all the world like he would cry again.
"But if it will make you happy…"
Randy rolled his eyes heavenward as Cody started into the mantra again, silently praying for strength. He allowed Cody to pull him toward the front doors, but not before passing a snickering John and an oblivious Mike. It was a well-known fact that John Cena and Mike Mizanin had been together since before their Wrestlemania bout, but their relationship was strengthened because of it. Last Monday on Raw, John and Mike had had another match, and John had feared that he had injured Mike when the brunette didn't get up and roll out of the ring when the match was over. Ever since, he had been waiting on him hand and foot. It was kinda comical, actually.
"You're whipped, man." Cena snickered, earning himself a smack on the arm from Mike.
"You're one to talk." Randy countered. "I hear you carried Mike up five flights of stairs when the elevator broke down cause he was too tired to walk. That's whipped."
"Touche."
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Dear Randy and Cody,
Due to certain revelations, I am unable to do this anymore. By the time you return to the hotel room, I will have packed my stuff and moved elsewhere. It's obvious that you don't want me. And I never meant to be a burden. I wish I could have been a better lover to you two, but it seems that I have failed in that regard as well. Do me a favor and move on. Find someone new. Someone that can make you two as happy as you made me.
Don't bother to look for me, because I don't want to be found. Maybe our paths will cross on Smackdown or on Raw, but that's all. Like I said before, I can't do this. You must understand – I know that you're tired of me as well. So let me do this for all of this before it breaks any more hearts. Let me salvage what's left of mine. After all that, I guess that there's only one more thing for me to say. You two are perfect for each other. Don't let a third wheel like me slow you down.
Ted
Ted looked over the letter one last time, before he set it on the nightstand beside Randy's bed. And with that, he slung his bag over his shoulder… and left.
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