Gladly enough some of my muses came back today, but I've pretty much written the whole chapter withut inspiration, only a little help by Slashburd. Thank you so much again, darling! :)

I've a feeling people will hate me for how I portray Mike in this story, but don't worry... I still love him desperately. I only needed a bad ass and somehow Mike fitted in that role. I might let my last, left-out muse (guess who!) appear in this story later.

And for those who wonder... Cody will not be the usual submitting, willing slut in this story. I love him way too much than to portray him as the weak sub.

Disclaimer: I own my muses, my insane mind and the crazy world I'm living in. Sadly I DO NOT own any of the WWE wrestlers.

Warning: Slash


"What was that tonight?"

Mike slammed the door shut behind them, glaring daggers into Ted's back as the younger male placed his bag onto their bed.

"What was what?"

Ted really did not have a clue what his lover was talking about, but he sensed it was something ridiculous as always. If Mike needed a chance to blow up, he sure as hell would find a reason somewhere.

"Don't give me that innocent shit again. You know more than well what I am talking about… that look you gave Mel today."

He turned around to face his lover, brows arching up in confusion, head slightly tilted.

"That look? What the fuck, Mike?"

In an instant, his back hit the wall, head bouncing of the cold surface, tight grip on his throat almost cutting off his air-supply. A growl leaving his mans lips made him shudder.

"Stop talking to me like that, Ted. I saw the look you gave her with my own eyes… you were practically devouring her with your eyes, smiling like a mad man in love. You know that I HATE it when you do that."

He had a hard time breathing, hands holding onto the older males wrists, trying to prey him off, eyes begging with him in desperation.

"Mike… that's… that's not true… I wasn't…"

He saw the smack coming, but could not do anything against it as the hard, cold hand connected with his cheek, stinging pain instantly shooting through him. His head connected with the wall hard, tears of frustration dwelling up in his eyes, lump forming in his throat as he lowered his head.

"I'm going out! By the time I come back you better have an excuse ready for me."

Mike had already stormed towards the door, glancing back at his younger lover who was holding his cheek, back still pressed firmly against the wall, staring down at the floor, a small smirk appearing on his own lips as he snarled.

"Little shit."

The door slammed shut once again, startling the blonde, flinching a little at the harsh words that had left his boyfriend of already two years.

Ted stood like that for a long while, just holding onto his reddened skin, wincing at his own touch, clouded eyes staring at the closed door in disbelief. The buzzing phone in his pocket did not go unnoticed, but ignored as his lips started trembling. How did it get to this? When did Mike become the asshole he is now? Why did he have to change like that?

A long, frustrated sigh escaped his swollen lips as he shook his head, finally pushing himself off the wall to walk over to the bed and grab his bag. He rummaged through it for a few moments until pulling out a small box and opening it, eyes watering even more the second he saw the contents: a picture of him and Mike taken at their third date, both of them having the other one in a tight embrace, lips barely touching, similar smiles playing on their faces, eyes half-lidded and clouded with love and lust.

That date had been perfect, so carefree, so full of fun, of tenderness, of joy. They had been to dinner and movies and after it decided to take some pictures together. It made his heart break to see how happy they had been back then and what they had become now: a sorry excuse for a couple.

He knew that Mike was cheating on him at every chance he got, knew that Mike thought he wasn't worth enough to be with him, knew that he could never do anything right in Mike's eyes, but he also knew that somewhere deep down in that icy-cold, demanding, ruthless bitch there was hidden the Mike of the past, the Mike he had fallen in love with, had spend so many happy days and weeks with, the Mike that had made him grin like a fool.

And he wanted him back, desperately.

Plopping down on the bed, back hitting the sheets, he held the picture close to his chest, his other hand -fingers- carefully skimming over his stinging cheek, shaking his head.

"What have ya become, Ted?"

Mike was infuriated, stomping out of the hotel in a hurry, fists clenching at his sides, hat pulled down far enough to hide his eyes which were sparkling with hatred. How dare that little shit to even look at someone else than him? How dare him to say he did not… he had seen it with his own two, healthy eyes. How dare that little shit to not respect his boyfriend, his lover of almost two years?

He groaned inwardly as he passed some strangers, shaking his head, bottom lip drawn in to chew on it. Ted would have to pay for that. No one treated The Miz like this, no one… especially not his own boyfriend.

He really did not know why he even still put up with that little shit… okay… maybe it was the mind-blowing, cock-sucking mouth of his… or the hot, more than tight ass of his… or Ted being the only one who would keep up with him… but that was besides the point now.

Ted could not just go and flirt with others, not with him standing right next to him, not with him being in a relationship with the best he would ever get.

He stayed out for hours and hours, drinking one beer after another, downing shot after shot, dancing, grinding, mingling, groping, hips gyrating.

Another meaningless fuck in the bathroom of the club, another guy's number in his pocket, another night far away from his non-satisfying relationship, his non-deserving boyfriend …

But for some reason at the end of the night… on his way back "home" he felt… bad… deep down inside of him, he felt bad for leaving Ted behind, felt sorry for what he was doing to him, was he wondering why Ted had not left him yet.

"What have ya become, Mike?"


Sweat dripping, body's spasming, muscles tensing, eyes closing, lips parting, grunts, groans, screams and gasps filling the air. Exhausted, pleased and spent Randy collapsed on Jack's heaving torso, rolling over onto his side the second skin met skin, both of them slowly catching their breath.

This night had not been any different from a hundred ones before. Randy being in a horny mood, searching for Jack's hotel room, the other man willingly letting him in, willingly giving himself to the slightly older man, willingly sharing his bed, his passion, his lust with him.

Jack's gaze drifted over to a heavy breathing Randy, absentmindedly licking his lips, aching muscles slowly moving into a sitting position as he waited for the unavoidable. Cause just like every other night before he was sure, Randy would leave again as soon as his breathing was back to normal, his body relaxing again, coming down from his post-orgasmic high. And he was right.

"Thanks…"

Randy stood from the bed, grabbing one of Jack's shirts to clean his thighs, his abs from the white ribbons that shot out of Jack only moments ago, eyes staying fixed on the task, avoiding to look at the younger man, even as he bent down to grab his clothes from the floor and started re-dressing.

It was awkwardly quiet for a moment, Jack chewing on his lips as he watched Randy getting dressed, feeling the urge to just grab him and pull him back down on his bed, never letting him go again. He did not want him to leave, not now or never, but he was smart enough -at least that was what he was thinking- not to say anything.

"See you tomorrow!"

"Yeah…"

"Yeah!"

And he was gone faster than he had shown up. He would never get used to it. Jack loved him, desperately, with everything he had, but he also knew that for Randy… it was nothing more than a fling. And he was okay with it, he did not mind. Though every single time Randy left, he felt a little something deep down inside of him die, he let it happen again and again.

As long as he could be with Randy… no matter how, when or where, as long as he could just smell his manly scent, feel his broad muscles tense underneath him, on top of him, in him, as long as he could stare into those beautiful blue pearls, he would never get tired of their situation, would never stop whatever it was they were having.

He slowly got up from his bed, grabbing the very same shirt Randy had used to clean himself up, rubbing it over his chest, his abs, eyes glancing at the door every now and then, wishing that the next time Randy would stay, wishing that the next time it would be different, though he knew it would never change.

Randy Orton was not a man to commit. For whatever reason -he did not know, nor did he dare to ask- Randy was not willing, not ready, not in want for a relationship. For what Jack knew, Randy had not dated anyone in almost four years, spending his time with flings, with one-night-stands, meaningless fucks. Not even Cody or Ted had been able to get him out of his shell, 'thus being the reason why both of them had chosen to go their own path after a while.

He sighed as he crossed the room in only a few long steps, heading for the bathroom to take a shower, though he would have loved to keep Randy's scent on his own body, the others sweat on his own skin, the mere thought of Randy's hands on his hips making him shiver and close his eyes. A feeling came over him, the feeling that something indeed had been different tonight, the feeling that the touches they had shared, even the kisses Randy had left all over his neck, his throat, his swollen lips, that they had been different, more… sensual, more… deeper… almost lovingly.

That could not be. Shaking his head with a long groan, he stepped into the cold shower, letting the water sooth his aching muscles, the driblets run over his sculptured frame, eyes closed as he threw his head back, letting the pearls wash away all the evidence of this night, but he knew deep down inside that it could not wash away the feelings he had for the other man, could not wash away the love buried deep in his own heart.

Randy closed the door to his hotel room, back pressed against it as a heavy sigh escaped his thin, trembling lips, clenching fists connecting with the wooden material, shaved head shaking from left to right.

"Fuck… Randy… fuck!"

He could not do that anymore. Day in and day out, night after night it got harder, almost impossible to pretend that he did not have feelings for Jack. Every single time they shared the bed together, the showers, the lockers, every single place, he fell more and more for him, despite trying to stop it. Despite knowing that he could not.

Letting out a frustrated groan, he walked over to his bed, letting his still trembling body plop down on it, arms resting behind his head, heavy lids closing, lips pressed together in a thin line, stretching out his long, toned legs.

Four years, four long, fucking years and he still was not able to commit, he still was not able to fall for someone else, to let go, to let his walls down. He had lost so many during that time, almost had scared away Cody and Ted, had pissed of John, got into fights with Hunter. Four long, painful years without someone waiting for him, without someone being home when he came back, without someone making him forget.

He did not want to get that hurt ever again, did not want anyone to know the real reasons behind his actions, the reason why he wore that mask, why he was who he was now. He could not let anyone know, could not let them know that the great Viper Randy Orton was once a bloody mess, a heap, heart broken, beaten, that the great Randy Orton was nothing more than a WEAK little boy just a few years ago.

And with Jack… he had not felt that in forever. Had not shared that much passion, that much desire, that much love with someone other ever since… ever since back then. What had started as just some meaningless sessions, careless sex, had soon become more for Randy. The young man had shown so much affection towards him, had shown so much love, so much caring, so much desire that he could not stop it anymore.

Jack had become like an addiction. Not the sex itself, but the feeling of being in his arms, of being wanted, being needed, the feeling of safety even. He missed that, he truly missed that. He did not need any words, did not need to tell him what he wanted, why he wanted it. Jack had never wanted any explanation, had never pushed him, never asked any questions. He was just there… whenever he needed it… whenever he needed him.

Maybe it was love…

A grunt escaped him as his body shot up into a sitting position, eyes widening as he violently shook his head. No… he could not love someone, he could not do it. Jack was just another fling, just another guy, another body, another human to be fucked and taken control off. Willingly. Nothing else.


Meanwhile Cody and John were busy playing video-games in their hotel room, both set of eyes attacked to the screen, fingers tapping on the controllers furiously, tongue darting out every now and then to wet their lips, shoulders bumping against each others to distract the significant other from the game. None of them cared that it was well past midnight already, so enclosed in the fun they were having, enjoying the carefree time, the hours away from the hectic travel-schedule, the stress of their lives.

"You cheated!"

"Did not!"

Cody stuck his tongue out at John, making the elder man grin wickedly, quickly shooting forward to snatch the tongue with his teeth, gently biting it.

"Ouch!"

He chuckled, pecking Cody's lips, his hands letting go of the controller, as the game had been lost, holding onto Cody's waist instead, pulling him closer.

"That's what you get for being mean."

"Ugh uh… if that's what I get for being mean, I should be like that more often."

Cody playfully winked at him, the else so innocent young man, making John sweat, a groan escaping his throat as he kissed Cody again, this time longer, more passionate, one hand traveling up his back to his neck, playing with the raven-hair there while the kiss deepened.

"Think… we should go… to bed."

"Yeah…"

John got back on his feet, scooting Cody up in his arms, the younger man instinctively wrapping his legs around the muscular waist, arms holding onto the strong neck as he got carried over to their shared bed. John carefully set him down, devilish smirk plastered on his handsome face as he crawled onto the bed, onto Cody, lips searching for his mates' again.

"Hmmm… you've no idea what you're doing to me, Codes."

"I think… I do."

Both their voices were husky, words escaping in short pants as they ravished each others mouth', hands exploring each others bodies, fingers skimming over naked torsos. They had gotten rid of their clothes long ago, the video-game being played in only their boxers, both comfortable enough around each others, the warmth in their room not even allowing them to wear anything without getting a heart-attack. And it was about to get even hotter. At least, that was what John had hoped for.

Low moans, sweet mewls escaped Cody's swollen lips as John pumped him with soft, firm strokes, lips attacking the delicious skin on the young ones neck, nibbling, biting, sucking, tasting. It had not been the first time for them, so many other nights before they had cherished each others warmth, each others skilled hands, skilled tongues, mouth'. So often they had laid on their bed together, exploring each others bodies, touching, playing, tasting, memorizing and none of them could get enough… well, John at least could not.

It had been way too long. Even before Cody, he had not had anyone in a good two months and now it had already been three months. How was he supposed to hold on any longer? No man was able to do that; no man could live without sex for that long.

As the pumps got faster, Cody's hips arching off the bed and into his touch with every single stroke, the mewls and pants becoming faster, louder, John's other hand slowly caressed the young mans back, traveling lower and lower until it was firmly cupping his toned butt, squeezing, rubbing, fingers brushing over the bare skin until one of them was nestled in between those ample-like cheeks, carefully running up and down.

Cody's whole body tensed at just that one action, eyes inwardly shooting open and in only a heartbeat, he pulled away, eyes wide, body tensing, hands frantically grasping the sheets as he crawled away from John, scooting up the bed until his back was resting against the headboard. A frustrated sigh left Johns lips as his eyes scanned Cody's angry features, eyes still mildly blown with lust, but lips curled up in a snarl, covers hiding his naked form as he hold onto them tightly.

"John!"

He knew he screwed up again, but damnit… he could not help it. He was going nuts without the sex. He wanted Cody, needed him, not only mentally, not only his heart, but also his body too.

"I'm sorry, babe… just…"

His sigh this time was more out of desperation than frustration, eyes lowering to the sheets, weight of his bare body carried on his knees.

"Just… I thought maybe tonight…"

He looked up again just in time to see Cody shaking his head, glaring at him through hooded lids.

"I told you no… I told you when the time's there, you'll realize it… I'll make the first step… and yet again…"

"I'm sorry… really… just…"

Another sigh, another time looking down, fingers fidgeting with the sheets.

Cody chewed his lips, head still shaking, one hand running through his fluffy raven-hair, other one still grasping the covers in front of him as his eyes softened.

"John… I… we…"

The elder man groaned, this time it was him who shook his head, eyes meeting those of his lovers once again, small smile playing on his lips.

"I know… sorry…"

Cody nodded, smile of its own forming on the pouting lips as he opened his arms in a silent plead for John to embrace him. And John sure was not going to shoot the invitation down, crawling up to his younger lover and into his arms, lips trailing a path of kisses up from his neck to his sinful lips, pecking him.

"It's just… I want to be with you in more than just one way… want us to take another step… and god knows Cody, I'm really trying to hold back… but baby… the way you look, the way you move, the dirty things escaping your cock-sucking lips at times… it really makes it hard to NOT try it."

Cody chuckled, a soft blush creeping his cheeks as he returned the peck, arms wrapping back around Johns neck, fingers smoothly playing with his shaved hair.

"Sorry… I guess? I know that John… but… I'm just not ready yet. We've talked about it…"

"Yeah we did… I know… but baby, trust me… I'm not Roidtista nor am I that James guy… you're so much more to me than a toy, so much more than a quick fuck. Or do you really think I'd still be here if I was only hoping for some meaningless sex?"

Cody's smile faded into a frown, shaking his head as he lowered his gaze to his lap, bottom lip tucked in between his teeth, the whispered "no" escaping his lips almost going unnoticed by John.

"See… baby… look at me!"

He could see the hurt, the fear, the insecurity in those else so bright blue pearls as Cody glanced back up and he instantly regretted even bringing the topic back up.

"I love you for who you are, for how you are… for your carefree personality, your playful pranks, your giddy self, for your charms, your intelligence, your innocence… for everything. The sex…" He shrugged, long, deep sigh leaving his lips. "…it would just be a small addition to that list. It would be the topping on the huge iceberg called our relationship… but… you're right… if you aren't ready, we'll wait… for as long as you want."

Only god knew how often they already had had that conversation, but John had meant it each and every time. He would wait, even if he was going nuts in the process. He was not about to give up on what they had only to get a quick fuck from someone else… that was not him.

"Can we… just… can we…I'm tired."

John frowned at the saddened expression on his loves else so happy face, seeing the water standing in his eyes, full, soft lips trembling and he only nodded, scooting his own and Cody's body on the sheets until they were finally in a laying position again, his arms still wrapped around the lithe waist, nose buried in the crook of the younger mans neck, nuzzling it while his lips placed soft kisses to his skin.

It did not take long until he felt Cody's tense body finally relax, felt his heartbeat slowing down, his breathing becoming even, small, soft snores escaping him. John let a small smile reappear on his lips, tightening his grip around the smaller body, placing one last kiss onto his bare shoulder.

"Love you…"


It was in the late morning hours, the hotel-restaurant only filled with a few remaining wrestlers who were hurrying to get some food into their empty stomach's before the journey continued. Cody, John and Randy were sharing a table. Despite the storylines and on-screen characters the three of them had remained close friends over the past months.

Cody's head was resting on Johns shoulder, playing with the fork he held in his hand, eyes still two small, thin lines, lashes fluttering shut and open every few seconds as he suppressed yawn after yawn. Cody surely was no morning-person and never would be. John on the other hand was quite awake, despite not having slept a lot the last night, rather having watched Cody in his sleep, so peaceful, so innocent. The mere thought of it made him smile again as he shuffled the food into his already stuffed mouth as quick as possible.

"Babe… and you really don't think those orange trunks look ridiculous?"

John shook his head, looking down at his boyfriend… geez, boyfriend, that was something he would never get used to… lets call him lover. The cerulean eyes blinked up at him, lips pressed together in a pout.

"They look hot on you, hun… believe me."

On the other side of the restaurant three other men tried to hurry with their late breakfast, one of them being unusually quiet as his heavy lids took glances over at the other table, once, twice, as often as possible, absentmindedly licking his lips whenever his eyes fell onto the dark-tanned, muscular frame of Randy. Ted and Mike were not paying a lot of attention anyways, too enclosed in their argument about Ted's recent "mistake" of smiling to a diva.

He had already finished his meal, fingers running along the edge of his glass of milk, dreamily starring over at the other table, looking away every time he saw Randy looking up from his plate. Jake was still in deep thought over last night, over all their nights, about Randy, the growing feelings he had.

"Really Mike… it was N.O.T.H.I.N.G! You're imagining things. Come on, Jake… you've been there, too… say something!"

"Yeah Jake… tell me that I'm not crazy and this little shit here really devoured Mel with his eyes… while I'VE BEEN STANDING NEXT TO HIM."

Ted let out a long, frustrated groan. Once again Mike was making a scene… in front of everyone… and once again he was about to just give up. Thanks goodness he had not seen the message Ted had received last night. After he had stared at their picture for long enough, he had finally decided to take a look at his still buzzing phone, reading what one of his former closest friends had written: "You okay? I heard yelling and a slam… call me! Hope you are alright… I'm worried bout you!"

He had deleted Stephen's message right away, knowing exactly that if Mike would read it, there was going to be even more yelling, even more trouble for him. Mike did not really like Stephen, in fact he did not like anyone who had ever been close to Ted, imagining things, blaming him to cheat on him whenever Ted talked to someone, chatted with someone, just smiled at someone the wrong way. This situation here just proved it.

"Jake!"

"Ugh?"

His head snapped back over to them, fast enough to make his neck ache, hand instantly coming up to rub it.

"What?"

"Jake… tell him that…"

"Oh shut up, Ted! I've seen it… Jake has also seen it, right?"

Jake blinked at them, tilting his head a little in confusion, gaze drifting over to his three other companions again, to Randy, just in the very moment the elder man stared at him. A slight blush crept his cheeks, instantly looking back at Ted and Mike with an arched brow, swallowing hard.

"What have I seen?"

"Oh fuck it… it's senseless."

Mike threw his hands up in the air, hurriedly getting off his chair and slamming it against the table, his hand tightly grabbing onto Ted's wrist to drag him up, totally ignoring the fact that the young man had not even finished his breakfast yet.

"We're going… and Ted! I know what I've seen… just because Jake did not does not mean you haven't flirted with her!"

Ted knew better than to say anything. It would not have been the first time that Mike's fist connected with a part of his body, any part of his body. Staying silent was the best option as of now. He let himself being dragged away, passing the table his two former best friends occupied together with John, the sympathetic smile Cody sent him not going unnoticed.

Ever since Mike had changed, he had barely spend any time with the young male and Randy… partly because Mike would not let him out of his sight, partly because Cody was too busy with John and Randy too busy with… well… whoever he was fucking. He missed them, missed their long conversations about god and the world, their nights out partying, the over-protective daddy Randy had always played for him and his hyperactive younger brother that Cody had always played. He missed the good old times when his friends did not only send him vary glances and quick, regretting smiles.

As Cody went back to analyze his ring-attire, he did not miss the look Randy was shooting towards the far away table, poking his side with one of his lean fingers.

"Randal Keith Orton!"

No reaction as Randy was deep in thought, eyes practically glued to the now solemnly sitting Jake who was trying his best not to look back at the Viper. He too was still thinking about the actions of last night, about the kisses he had shared, the skin he had devoured with his lips, the muscles he had felt underneath. He had not been that gentle in a long, long while, not with anyone and it drove him nuts to know that he was falling for someone… even though he could not risk it.

"Earth to Randy… RANDAL KEITH ORTON?"

"WHAT?"

The sudden harshness in Randy's voice as he turned to glare at him made Cody jump back into his boyfriend's arms, grasping a hand over his full lips, ocean-blue eyes widening as they threatened to tear up.

"I… sorry… I didn't mean to, Codes…"

He bit his lip, swallowing down the lump in his throat as he shook his head, a long, heavy sigh escaping his lips.

"What was it you were talking about?"

"Uhmm… nothing… nothing important."

John had just taken the whole scene in. He knew Randy did not mean to yell at Cody, his temper getting the better of him once again… it surely had not been anything new. His arms stayed protectively, soothingly around his young lover who was leaning into the touch, eyes softening again, grip on his wrist loosening as he watched Randy's expression change.

"Okay… well… I think I better head upstairs. I still haven't packed yet. I'll see you two in thirty minutes."

Randy stood from his chair, giving Jake a last, quick glance before forcing his eyes back on Cody and John, tongue darting out to wet his lips, eyes soft and warm now as he cracked a smile at the youngest man and his hand slowly reached out to cup his cheek, feeling Cody instantly tense under his touch.

"Sorry…"

Cody swallowed, shaking his head before his own hand came up to grab Randy's, thumb brushing over his knuckles as the smile on his face re-appeared.

"It's alright… we'll see you then."

And only a quick nod and a heart-warming smile later, Randy was gone. As soon as he was out of sight, Cody's eyes went to the same spot Randy had been staring at the whole time, meeting Jake's sparkling eyes, the smile on his lips turning into a knowing grin and he leaned back into John's chest, tilting his head a little, whispering.

"I think someone's having a crush…"

John followed his gaze -the glances Jake and Randy had shared earlier not having gone unnoticed by him- grinning as he saw Jake turning away from their boring looks, his cheeks flushing a right red.

"Oh yeah… and I don't think it's one-sided."


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