Title: Work Out Your Own Salvation With Fear And Trembling
Author: Emono
Rating: FRM
Fandom: Wrestling
Series: I'd Rather Fight With You Than Make Love With Anyone Else verse
Pairings: John Cena/Jack Swagger, Randy/Cody (Candy), Miz/Morrison, Chris/Evan, Hardycest
Disclaimer: The WWE is not mine nor are any of it's child branches, it is the 96% property of the McMahon's and God bless the bastards that work for them. I respect the sexual preferences and identities of all the wrestlers on WWE roster, and who they share a bed with is really none of my business.
Beta: gil_follower
Warnings: Wrestling violence, slash, episode re-writes, love, fluff, smut, good stuff, OOC
Towards evening, when John had to go do another promo and Jack told him over and over it was ok and to go do his job, the blonde found himself alone. The pain meds kept him drowsy, so he half-watched some TV and chatted up the nurses when they came in. They called him a sweet-talker, but all three of them told him they weren't into sharing and the fourth one said she'd love to get in bed with both him and Cena.
That one was interesting, and she was damn cute too.
Jack was halfway through the Supernatural episode Tall Tales, one of his favorite, when someone knocked on the door. He looked away from the screen, instantly perking up when he saw who was peeking inside.
"Ello, ello" a grin split the man's face.
"Jeff?"
The man was in these baggy Trip pants, bubblegum tinged locks mixing in with the blonde to all be folded up in a messy bun.
"Hey there, Jack" Jeff strolled in, not even giving the room a once-over as he headed straight for the bed "I thought I'd stop by ta' see ya."
"Aren't you sweet" Jack teased.
"I'm used to seeing my friends taking a chair to the head, bleeding all over the ring" Jeff plopped down beside him, giving the younger man's blonde hair a ruffle "But you, man? You didn't deserve that shit. Locking the cage, assholes. It was cool what you did, getting Cody out of there. Is your head ok?"
"It's right along the hairline, it could've been way worse" Jack replied off-handedly.
"When I was watching, I coulda swore he busted your eye" Jeff winced, briefly tapping the thick gauze "I guess someone was looking out for you."
Jack nodded, averting his eyes for a moment before whispering in a sing-song tone, "I've never been so surgically maimed."
Jeff rolled his eyes, "Amber please, it's not that bad."
They both gave a laugh at the Repo reference.
Jeff bit the side of his lip, "So…did John apologize yet?"
"Yeah, I forgave him."
"Good for you" Jeff patted his leg "But you did make him…grovel a little, didn't you?"
Jack's grin was positively wicked, "You bet."
"That's my boy" Jeff stood up, giving one last touch to his leg in parting "I gotta go, Matt's in the car, but I wanted to give ya my best."
"And give Matt mine."
"Can do" Jeff flashed the Hardy guns, smirking as he backed out of the room "Later, Jack."
And then the walking rainbow was gone.
-WwE-
Towards evening, Jack was thankful the doctors let him go so he could leave with the others to fly to Calgary for RAW.
Clad in fresh clothes and armed with scar cream and fresh gauze to put on his wound, Jack signed himself out of the hospital.
And when he walked out into the parking lot, he was grateful to find John there waiting for him.
-xXxXxXx-
Later that night, Cody had no idea what to do with himself. He knew Jack and John were back together, and he should go see his friend and make sure he was ok. But he couldn't take this sitting around, even Randy was getting annoyed with his fidgeting.
Jack was hurt because of him. He got his head busted open and stitched back up because apparently he projected a 'protect me' vibe to everyone around him. He wasn't a kid, he wasn't naïve, he could handle himself! Jack didn't have to pull that hero shit!
And Cody was going to prove it. He was gonna show that he wasn't one to be picked on, to be protected, to be sheltered, to be the baby of the roster. He'd show Randy, he'd show everyone!
Cody walked out of the room, not saying a word to his lover. He had money and he had the keys to the rental, he was going out. He sent Ted a text, letting his best friend know he was going out drinking and would be back late. When he got to the car, he turned his phone off and shoved it into his pocket. He wasn't going to let anyone talk him out of it.
Cody ended up going to the nearest club, one full of colored lights and a dance floor. It was full of life, full of laughter, full of people ready to have a good time. So he downed one drink after another, laughing along with the people at the bar, enjoying one man in particular who was red-faced and telling a boisterous story that wasn't even half true.
The night went well for him, hours passed, and he didn't think about anything.
Cody especially wasn't thinking about the burly guy at the end of the bar eyeing him until the man sat down beside him. He was engrossed in a discussion with a petite red-head woman about Ed Hardy and how amazing he was. The music was loud, he didn't hear the man clear his throat, but he did feel the light tap on the back of his shoulder.
Cody turned his head, eyeing the attractive man, "Hello there."
"Can I buy you a drink, pretty thing?" his smile was charming, his eyes dark.
Cody looked down pointedly at his tumbler of Aftershock, "I'm set."
"I see that" the man countered easily "Someone so beautiful? You shouldn't be drinking such hard liquor."
Cody raised a brow, lips quirking, "I can handle it."
"Oh, I have no doubt about that, sweetheart" the man chuckled, a real warm sound "What's your name?"
The brunette didn't give it another thought, "Cody."
"Cute."
"You?"
"Darren."
Cody turned his head toward the other direction, the poor red-faced man had spilled his entire beer over himself. He looked shocked, then started laughing uncontrollably as his friends got napkins and started wiping at him.
Cody turned back to the larger man, offering a smile, "So are you asking for a dance or are you just going to sit there and stare at my pretty face all night?"
"Aren't you just a firecracker" Darren raised his beer "To meeting in a bar!"
"I can drink to that" Cody lifted his glass, they toasted, and he downed the entire thing. It burned so good down his throat, and he wanted a another one. He signaled two more, the bartender made them appear like magic. He took them down greedily, knowing he shouldn't have such strong stuff after all he had drank before.
For a second, Ted's reasonable voice drifted through his brain form his subconscious, You know you can't drink like this, Baby-boy. You get really uncoordinated, you get gullible, it's not good for you. Anyone could take advantage of you!
The song pounded through the speakers, the bass throbbing in his veins and setting him on fire. Ted's voice disappeared, replaced with the urge to work his stuff out on the floor.
My girlfriend's a dick magnet, my girlfriend's gotta have it
She's hot, can't stop, up on stage, doing shots,
Tip the man he'll ring the bell,
Get her drunk she'll scream like hell
Dirty girl, gettin' down -
Dance with guys from outta town
Grab her ass, actin' tough.
Mess with her, she'll fuck you up
No one really knows if she's drunk or if she's stoned,
But she's comin' back to my place tonight!
Cody grabbed Darren by the arm, dragging him out to the dance floor. Before he knew it they were lost in a sea of bodies, pressed back to chest, moving to the beat. Cody Rhodes, a baby! Whatever, they could all shove it. Would a baby be grinding back into a stranger? Letting his hands rest on his hips? Let a man he had no idea the last name of be so close to him?
No, no way.
But what was the harm? He didn't give a fuck about this guy, and Jack had shown him a love of dancing. It wasn't as fun as it was when he was with Evan, and he'd rather have his lover pressed up against him any day, but this was about letting go and not giving a fuck.
The night was young and so was he!
She likes to shake her ass; she grinds it to the beat
She likes to pull my hair when I make her grind her teeth
I like to strip her down, she's naughty to the end
You know what she is, no doubt about it,
She's a bad, bad girlfriend!
Cody was overcome with a wave of dizziness, feeling the alcohol in the back of his throat. He shook it off, just moving that much more, letting the man behind him grab him that much harder and breath hotly against his throat. His knees were beginning to shake a little, signaling his body wasn't too happy with what he'd done to it. He knew he shouldn't of had those last three drinks…oh God…
Red thong, party's on, love this song, sing along
Come together, leave alone,
See you later back at home
No one really knows if she's drunk or is she's stoned
But she's coming back to my place tonight.
I say: No one really knows just how far she's gonna go,
But I'm gonna find out later tonight!
Cody turned around, putting his hands over two very beefy shoulders. Everything was blurred now, not a good sign. A wide palm settled in the dip of his back, pulling him closer.
"Sorry, man" Cody said in the man's ear, trying not to slur his words too badly as the alcohol started muddling his mind to the point where he couldn't even hear the words of the song anymore "I think that's just about it for me."
"Aw, don't leave yet" Darren didn't let go, grinding harder.
"Sorry" Cody tried to push him away, chuckling weakly "I've got a boyfriend, and I shouldn't really even be here."
Darren started pulling him towards the back of the club by his arms, grinning evilly as they left the dance floor. Cody's smile faded, he started struggling harder and trying to dig his heels into the floor. They were approaching the back booths, the ones cast in shadow that were made for the 'anything goes' rules of the club. He could already see dark outlines of bodies moving and grinding.
"No…let me go…"
"Come on, kid, I'll show you a good time."
"No! Get the hell off me!"
"If you don't shut up, I'll gag you."
"You fuckin' bastard, let me go" but his words were slurring, his muscles weak.
He was sure the big man had him, fear consuming him, when his savior came.
"He said 'no', asshole!" someone barked harshly, Cody was ripped away and behind someone "Get out of here, go find some club-bunny to hump."
"Jesus! Ok! Damn."
And like that, Darren was gone.
"Miz?"
"Hey there, Codes" Miz looked him over, noticing the way he could barely support himself "Oh shit, man, you look horrible."
Cody's face was tinged green now, "Don't feel good."
"I can see that, Codes" Miz wrapped an arm around his waist, leading him toward the door "Come on, I'll get you out of here in half no-time."
"W-Why are you here?" Cody asked, letting himself be led away from the jarring beat as he tried to keep the contents of his stomach down.
"Johnny and I decided to hit a club after his night of Smackdown, and you're damn lucky he decided to come out here to party with me" Miz led him out the few hidden doors, this one opened right out into the back parking lot.
Cody was grateful for the cool night air against his skin, soothing his fevered brow. His head was pounding, nausea settling thickly in his throat and refusing to leave until he lost it all over the ground.
"Hey there, Demon, I was wondering…is that Cody?"
That was a sweet voice if he'd ever heard one, a familiar one.
"I found him inside, some dickhead was trying to lure him to the back for some sick fun" Miz explained.
Cody lifted his head, "John?"
"Hey there, sweetie" John took Cody into his arms, circling his waist with one hand and cupping his cheek with the other so he could look him in the face properly. He took in the green tint, the glazed eyes, the pain in those features.
Miz was worried, "How is he, Johnny?"
"He's not drugged, he just drank a little too much" John tilted Cody's head, smiling at him warmly "Didn't you, Codes?"
Cody nodded slowly, swallowing thickly.
"We're gonna take you back to Randy, he'll take care of you" John assured him, opening up the back door and gesturing inside "You go first, Mikey."
Miz obeyed, sliding into the back seat first.
"Randy doesn' know I'm here" Cody slurred "No one…I jus' wanted to prove I could handle myself."
"And you did, just don't drink so much next time" John helped him into the back seat, smiling when Cody practically collapsed into his lover "You got him?"
"Yeah, it's fine" Miz stroked along the younger man's back "I got it."
"Ok, let's get him the hell to of here."
-WwE-
They were halfway back to the hotel when Cody sat up, holding his mouth.
"Pull over, John" Miz stated rather calmly.
With one smooth motion, John edged the car over to the side of the road. Cody scrambled out of the car, and the other two followed a little bit more slowly.
"Oh God, I'm sorry" Cody fell to his hands and knees in the grass, not really sure who he was apologizing to. His stomach cramped up, and he lost the contents of his stomach into the grass. The moment he stopped, he started babbling. "I'll never drink again, I swear, I didn't mean to have so much!"
"Shhh" John knelt beside him, a towel in his hand as he waited for the heaves to end. Cody shuddered, expelling the pints of poison from his system.
Minutes ticked off, but soon enough the younger man stopped. Morrison carefully sat him up, wiping his mouth with one corner of the towel and the opposite end for the sweat on his brow.
"Is that it?"
"Yeah, I think so."
Cody was glad for the kind gestures, they soothed him. Both men took one side of him, lifting him to his feet and easing him into the back seat again. He collapsed into Miz, curling up on the seat and using the man's thigh as a pillow. A hand carded through his hair, and soon the car started up again.
-WwE-
"Ted?" Randy walked into the blonde's room, finding him alone on his bed playing with his PSP "Have you seen Cody? He walked out a couple hours ago and didn't come back."
Ted flushed guiltily, "Uh, well…"
Randy's lips pursed, "Ted."
"He kinda…went out drinking…."
"Theodore!" Randy barked "You let Cody go out to club by himself!? A man his age, with his face, downing alcohol with strangers?!"
"I'm sorry!" Ted dropped his game system, a panicked look on his face "But he said he wanted to do it alone and he was already gone by the time I went to get him! He didn't tell me where, Randy, I swear or I would've gone after him."
Randy's eyes remained cold, "Did you call him?"
"His cell's off."
"Shit" Randy flexed his neck, rubbing at the nape of it "Grab your coat, we're going to get him. Right now."
Ted began to obey, grabbing his shoes and his jacket. Before he could do much else, there was a knock at the door. Randy turned and opened it up, eyes going wide at who he found there.
"Hey there, Rand" John grinned at him, a certain brunette in his arms "I believe this is yours."
"Yes, thank God" Randy opened his arms, accepting his lover as he staggered into him "Where did you find him?"
"At an 'anything goes' club" Miz replied from where he was standing behind his lover "I don't think he really knew what he was gettin' into."
Randy raised Cody's chin with the bend of his knuckles, "Is that true?"
" 'M sorry, Randy" Cody's eyes were slits, he was passed out on his feet "Wanted to…show I could take care of…myself. 'M not a kid."
"No, you're not" Randy pointed out, picking his lover up bridal style and taking him across the hall to their bedroom "You're an extremely hot young man who can easily be taken advantage of when you're drunk. Christ, Cody, did you think I never wanted you out without me or Ted because we think you're a baby? We didn't want you raped!"
But then Cody circled his arms around his lover's neck, nuzzled his chest, and murmured I'm sorry again like a scolded child.
Randy melted, getting them both through the door, "Come on, Coddles, let's get you to bed."
Once the door shut, Ted sighed in relief.
"Thank God you two showed up when you did, really" Ted drawled, plopping down on his own bed "I thought fer sure he was gonna punt me in the head for losin' Baby-boy!"
"Anytime Ted" Miz assured him, closing the door behind them "Goodnight."
"Night guys!"
-xXxXxXx-
Everyone flew out to the RAW location Saturday morning. It was either a three hour plane ride or day-long bus trip, and Vince liked to spoil his wrestlers sometimes. Jack was greatly amused to find Cody nursing a horrible hangover, slumped over next to Randy in his seat. He had on these square sunglasses, covering his eyes from the unforgiving light. And that hoody…white with Grumpy stamped across it.
It was enough to make him laugh as he texted him.
J-Swag11: You look happy
Cody took his phone out of his pocket when it vibrated, scowling at the message.
TriforceCodeman: Bite me, my head hurts
J-Swag11: Did you have fun last night
TriforceCodeman: I'm never drinking again L
J-Swag11: Liar
TriforceCodeman: Again with the bite me!
Jack just laughed at his misfortunate friend.
-WwE-
The hotel they got was nice, and to share a suite with John again made it all that much nicer. It felt like a fairytale all over again, but Prince Charming had never screwed up so badly that Cinderella had to forgive him. Thankfully, Jack was better than those stuck up bitches.
Jack collapsed back onto the large king bed, John had already settled and gone out to get them something to eat. It was great to see his things stacked beside jean shorts and sports jerseys again. It had only been a week, but it had been an achingly long time when you were used to sleeping with someone and living with them. It had taken him three nights to learn how to sleep alone, missing Cena's warmth.
Evening was falling fast outside, the sky darkening outside. Clouds covered any hint of stars, but that was ok. Canada was pretty cool.
-X-
Running fast through a fairy tale
Dark woods; starless night
Feel cold air in my lungs
Full moon, you follow me
You say, "Why do hearts so often stray?"
You pierce me like an arrow
Beneath the blanket of night
Longing for flight
-X-
Jack wasn't sure when he fell asleep, he wasn't even sure he fell asleep at all. He zoned out right there, for once not thinking. He didn't care about the bandage on his face, the possibility of scaring, the heartbreak he had this past week, nothing. Some peace.
Almost directly below him on the second floor, Cody was getting some sleep as well. His sunglasses lay discarded on the night table, his hood down and scrunched up below his head. He was drifting between sleeping and a hungover-daze, eyes closed and breaths even. The lights were low in the room, the shower running in the bathroom to indicate just where Randy was.
The water cut off suddenly, a few minutes ticked away before the door opened. Randy came out, a towel wrapped around his waist, another in his hands. He wiped the water from his eyes, from his head, off his neck. Clear blue eyes scanned the room, lips quirking when he saw his dozing lover.
A sudden urge came over to him, a longing in the depth of his gut. He stalked around the bed, keeping his eyes on his sleeping lover. He tossed his towels aside, comfortable in his nudity. He crawled up the bed like the predator he was, something bright in his eyes, something determined. He slithered up the lithe form, hovering just over him and breathing in his scent. It was so male, so warm, almost sweet on the back of his tongue. He wanted more of it.
Randy skimmed a hand up the white zip-jacket and over the red-orange Grumpy scrawled across it. He gripped the zipper, lowering it, feeling every click of metallic teeth releasing. He slid it down mid-chest, parting the fabric with a sweep of his palm. Cody gave a hum, rolling his head to the side and exposing the long line of bronze neck.
Randy licked his lips at the sight, the hunger in him getting stronger. He leant up, inhaling all that rich scent from the source, lips brushing his neck. He couldn't stop at that, he had to worship the object of his pleasure. He ran his tongue over the smooth skin, letting his teeth skim across it, overjoyed when goosebumps cropped up.
Pressed so close, he could feel every rise and fall of his young beau's chest.
-X-
When you fall into meIt feels so sweet, like dreaming
Press yourself into me
Let me feel your breathing
There's a voice in your heart
Softly calling,
"Come to me you will see"
Just give in to this sweet temptation
-X-
"Randy…" Cody sighed out, lashes fluttering.
"I'm sorry, baby" Randy apologized softly, he must've irritated his lover's headache "I couldn't help myself. I'll let you sleep."
Just when the Viper was going to back off, a hand curled around the back of his neck and tugged weakly.
"Don't stop?"
Randy dove back in, giving his boy all the attention he deserved.
Above them, Jack suddenly awoke with a gasp. He almost started freaking out, until he felt the familiar weight and scent beside him. He didn't know what time it was, what day. He turned his head, finding John laying beside him propped up on his elbow. He had that trademarked smile on his face, the one that showed off those amazing dimples.
"Hey there, baby doll" John drawled, clearly pleased "Food's here."
-X-
I awake, do a double take to see
Where it is that I lay, it could be
Day or night, I'm not quite sure
Your absence is a thorn
Your flesh, your skin
Is the only flag there is to believe in
-X-
Jack smiled faintly, blanketing the hand that had settled on his stomach, "I missed you."
John's heart broke at the confession. He peppered sweet kisses over the blonde's forehead, his cheek, over his lips, down his jaw.
"John" Jack faux-whined, squirming under the treatment.
"I missed you too" John admitted "And I'm sorry."
"I know you are" Jack rolled the older man over, straddling his hips "Show me?"
"Yeah, baby."
The song is "Bad Girlfriend", and the link is on my profile. I first saw the song in a Matticho fic by the ever-amazing Dark Kaneanite, only she changed the lyrics to "Bad Boyfriend" and I kinda wish a band would remix the song like that. No, guys, I promise, it's a great song!
"Sweet Temptation" found on my profile, sweet song
