Randall was back, and he brought a friend. John Cena. He had walked home the night before, the loft that he shared just down the road with his friend. He described the Cabaret, and Cody, he described how vibrant the place was. How it rumbled with good times. How it fluttered with beauty.

He watched the look on Johns face as they walked through the huge wooden doors, and into the Exotique. Randall loved the name it rolled of his tongue in the most sexual of ways. The meaning catching John interest "Exotic huh? Well it sure is."

They were escorted once more by a small boy; he took them to a booth near the back. John's eyes scanned the room. "This is beautiful Randall." John fell into the plus seat of the booth. "How did you find this place?"

"Another friend of mine told me about it." Randall's eyes were searching. Searching for the only person who could keep him coming back. The most striking thing in the cabaret. Cody. He hadn't been able to get his image from his head all day.

Every time he closed his eyes he saw those azure eyes staring back at him. Those scarlet lips. He could still feel his velvety tan skin against his hands. He closed his eyes for a moment to envision the boy once more.

"Hey, Randall, is that him?" John pulled Randall away from his moment and his eyes followed Johns pointing finger. And he was once again captivated at the aura the boy gave off; it was something between soft and raw. Everyone turned as he walked in.

This night he wore a pair of black slacks that resembled the ones from the night before and a small black and white vest, one button in the middle held it all together. It showed off his bronze chest, but it hid Randall's favorite part, his split abs, he loved the way they led his eyes downward to his soft hairless navel and to the skin that rimmed his pants.

"Randall?" He was hauled from his thoughts once more and he had the urge to glare at his friend.

"Yes?"

"He's coming over here."

He was, Cody was slowly making his was to their booth, his hips swayed as he walked, his arms were behind his back and he looked at them with mock innocence with his baby blues through his raven lashes, that tickled his cheek bones as he blinked slowly.

"Hello Randall." Cody murmured as he stopped before them.

"Cody." Randall tipped his top hat, and turned to John."This is John Cena; he's a very close friend of mine."

"Pleasure to meet you Cody." John took his hand in his own and kissed his knuckles.

"As is mine."

"Enjoying your night boys?" Cody sat on the table, his legs dangling in the air. Randall had the urge to run his hands up the boy's thighs.

"Yes, this place is wondrous." John answered for him.

"Good."

"Cody! Darling, could you come here for a second?" The three of them looked up at the booming voice.

"Coming, see you later boys." He winked and walked away, shaking his ass just a tad more to show off. He knew they wouldn't get him, he was too expensive.

"Cody, you have a client…His name is ted Dibiase." Evan told him as he fixed Cody's hair, it had tangled in the humidity of the hall.

"Where is he?" Cody dusted himself off quickly, trying to look presentable.

"Top Tower, go he's waiting!"Evan pushed him from his dressing room and down the hall.

Cody knocked twice on the grooved door, before walking in. He came face to face with Ted Dibiase, blonde hair, matching blue eyes, he wore a pair of dark brown pants, his shirt was white, his cuffs were down and unbuttoned and he wore one lone vest unbuttoned as well.

"Cody?"

"Yes sir." Cody walked closer, his walk sultry and laced in fake lust.

"You're even more stunning then I was told." Teds arms came to hold onto the boy, taking in the vision of him.

"Do we have a time limit?" Cody never knew, he just wanted the money.

"I have you all night." Ted smirked as he kissed down Cody's cheeks his skin scorching Teds lips. The boy was absolutely delicious, his skin tasted of roses.

Cody's eyes rolled as he felt Ted's middle grind into his own, though his was a little less hard.

"You are intoxicating." Ted mumbled against the silky skin of Cody's jaw line before their lips met in a searing kiss.

Cody's eyes closed and moaned lowly. 'No sense in disappointing him, he looks rich.'

Teds hands had traveled into Cody's vest and had popped the button free and spread the thin material back from his chest before his lips latched onto his stomach. His tongue tracing the ridges all the way down to his belly button, kissing around the small circle before dipping his tongue in.

Cody couldn't help it, Ted was taking care of him that was unusual, and he was going to exploit this for all it was worth.

He tangled his hands in Teds downy hair, his fingers getting lost as his grip hardened has Teds kisses turned into nips and he felt the pressure of his pants loosen. He was walked back to a plush bed and he fell back as his knees hit the edge.

"We haven't seen him all night Randall, we should get back, the dawn is coming." John stood, slamming his empty glass down on the table and slipping his coat on.

"Yes, I guess you are right." He too stood and pushed his own glass away, as they walked out Randall couldn't help but look back, just in case he was able to catch one last glimpse.

Cody lay back in the bed, his skin began to chill as the sweat began to dry. Ted lay next to him, his head on Cody's chest, he was circling one finger around Cody's nipple. "You were fantastic." Ted said and picked his head up to kiss Cody once again.

"So were you." Cody wasn't lying, Ted was good, possibly one of the best. He took care of Cody, he worried about if Cody got off.

Cody closed his eyes, but they quickly popped back open as his heartbeat picked up and he found it hard to breath. "I…I have to." He breathed out and quickly ran from the room, coughing, holding the small blanket he had wrapped around his waist as he tripped and tumbled down the hall towards Evan. "Ev…an.." A small trickle of blood seeped from the corner of Cody's mouth as he coughed.

"Cody!" Evan caught him as he fainted once more. "Someone! Someone help!" Evan held Cody in his arms and walked him to his own room.