Title: Jealousy, Turning Saints Into The Sea
Author: Emono
Rating: FRM
Fandom: Wrestling
Pairings: Randiasi
Summary: Cody finds out, and everything just goes to hell for Priceless.
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.
Warnings: Kinda dark themed, but not really…IT'S SLASH, PEOPLE!! If I have to warn you by now, you obviously haven't been reading very long! Lemon. Cody-whumping!
Cody first saw it by accident.
Ted had been working out, nothing special. He was doing leg reps, pushing the heavy weight upward with every out-blown breath. It became a rhythm, lulling him into a state where all he thought of was his breathing and the muscles in his thighs. It was calming.
Cody had just happened to look over, ready to tease his friend about getting elephant thighs or something, when he saw it. A flash of gold and ebony, right there between pumps. Beneath the hem of his shirt, obscured by the waistband of his cut-offs. Staying silent, Cody kept his eyes trained on that one spot. In one lucky instance, the shirt rode up enough for him to see the mark.
His first thought was a childish, //Teddy got a tattoo! What would his daddy say about that?//
The second filled him with rage, //Does that say RKO?!//
Cody's anger built up fast, cheeks reddening as he just kept himself form screaming his pretty little head off. Ted wasn't the kid of person to do things like this on a whim, he'd either thought hard about it for days or he'd wanted it so much he couldn't breath. That's just how Ted was.
//What the hell are Randy's initials doing on his hip?!// Cody dropped the weight he'd been holding, letting it clunk to the floor //He knows I want him! Even after that stupid stint at No Mercy, I still want him. If Ted's wearing his name, that could mean this secret boyfriend Ted had been seeing the past couple months was…//
No. no!
Cody shook his head, staring down at the carpeted floor intently. His best friend would never do something like that to him, no matter what. But seeds of doubt had been sewn.
He'd just have to prove it wasn't Randy.
Ted paused in his work-out, seeing his friend's distress, "You okay, Codeman?"
"I'm fine" the brunette replied unknowingly "It'll be fine."
Ted wrote it off, and didn't think a thing of it.
Big mistake.
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"Fuck" Ted threw his head back onto the hotel sheets, face twisted up in pleasure "Harder!"
Randy complied to his lover's demand, curling his hands under those lean thighs and hiking one up over his shoulder. With the change of angle, he started striking his sweet spot directly with every drive. Ted cried out even louder not, not giving a fuck who heard them. He rocked back into every harsh thrust, his hands grasping wildly at the older man's back. Randy stifled a low groan by burying his teeth down into the soft flesh of his beau's neck, turned on when perfectly manicured nails raked down his shoulder blades.
Their coupling was rough, barely any lube to slick the way and leaving them both raw. The match they had fought was brutal on the lovers, for the storyline demanded Ted rebel against the champion and leader of their group. Ted hadn't wanted anything to do with it by any means, but it was their jobs and only a few actually knew they were together (though many suspected.) So they went out there and had an "epic battle", giving it all they had.
It tore them up inside, but Randy pinned him for the win.
The only thing that showed they were still ok was the lingering pat Randy left on his cheek, a meaningful look, a hushed I'm sorry, Teddy before he had to leave his love alone in the ring.
But all that frustration was put to good use, now put towards their shared pleasure.
"Yes" Ted hissed, filling so completely and burning from the inside out "Right fuckin' there, Randy…God damn!"
Randy's smug smirk was hidden from the other, taking what was his while giving his boy what he craved.
They didn't last ten more minutes at the brutal pace, reaching their completion only a handful of thrusts apart. Everything white-d out for a few minutes, leaving them panting and clinging to one another.
Randy braced himself on his elbows, not wanting to crush the younger man. He hovered over the other, panting to catch his breath. Ted whined sweetly in his ear, his leg falling from the other's shoulder slowly until it thumped on the mattress. The blonde undulated beneath him until he laid across the bed in a boneless heap.
They hadn't even laid out on it right, both too eager to get at one another and to strip clothing to realize they were laying horizontal across the bed. Ted's head was a few inches from the other side of the bed, a few more hard thrusts and he would've been right off the edge.
With another shift, his limp cock fell from the blonde's used hole.
Randy's hand traced down his chest, coming to rest over the tattoo on his hip. He watched with a half-lidded gaze as his fingers danced over the dark markings, reminding himself just how much he loved this man. Soft hands danced over his back, those sure fingers tracing the red welts that were left behind from the blonde's passion. He listened to Ted's sigh of content, watched his chest rise from it.
This was it for him, all he needed.
"We should shower" Randy stated, though the hot branded flesh beneath his fingers was much more interesting than hygiene.
"You first" Ted muttered, eyes still closed in bliss "Yer gonna kill me with that cock if I join you."
"Never, Teddy-bear" Randy teased, dropping chaste kisses over the breadth of his love's collarbone "But if that's what you want."
Orton managed to roll himself to his feet, grabbing the edge of the sheet and throwing it over the other.
Ted cracked open his eyes at this, getting a shrug from the older man, "My luck? Cena will come in and think it's a free-for-all."
"Cena loves Miz" Ted grumbled, managing to cover most of his modesty with the stark white sheet "I look nothin' like 'im."
"Thank God" was the soft response, the other not bothering to close the door before he hopped into the shower cubicle for a rinse-off.
Ted made himself comfortable, already starting to doze off. Sex made him hungry…but really good hot, sweaty, fucking made him sleepy. The soft sound of the shower didn't help, and he fought off the haze for only a few minutes before giving in.
Too bad Ted didn't hear the soft click of the door being unlocked, a keycard being swiped that made the little light flash green.
Cody stepped into the room, ready to catch Ted with his boyfriend. He was going to end this ridiculous Randy-centered theory right now! A distinct scent of sweat and testosterone hit him…pure sex. He put a hand to his nose, eyes roaming over the floor instead.
That was Randy's shirt discarded there, mingling with Ted's light button-up on the floor. Two pairs of jeans were pooled on the floor, belts still attached. Those were the dark pair Randy had worn today…and those were his thick boots…
Cody raised his eyes from the floor, immediately falling on the bed. There lied his best friend, boneless on the sheets and looking completely fucked. Debauched, to be poetic. His skin was shining with sweat, droplets of cum still sticking to his chest. Love bites went down from his chin to his belly, whoever he had been with had tried to eat him. His chest rose and fell softly, breath caught. The sheet barely covered his groin, long legs laced in and out of the ivory covering in odd places.
That fucking tattoo was nearly glowing, catching the light and shimmering gold.
Ted realized suddenly he wasn't alone. His eyes shot open, his mouth fell open as he saw his younger friend standing there staring at him. He quickly covered himself with the sheet like a girl, flushing for a whole other reason now. He gaped at the brunette, struggling for something to say.
They stared at each other in more shock than anything, neither daring to move.
There was a clatter of mini-bar of soap being dropped and muttering, startling them both.
"You can't be here, Codes" Ted rasped, feeling like a kid who'd been caught with his hand in the proverbial cookie jar.
"Why?"
"You need to leave" the blonde wet his lips, glancing into the bathroom "Now."
"No" Cody crossed his arms, glaring at the older man "Why can't I meet him?"
"No, Cody, please" Ted was getting desperate "I just wanna save you from this, Baby-boy."
"It's him in there, isn't it?" Cody snarled, his temper quick "You're fucking Orton!"
Ted shook his head, trying to deny it, "Codes-"
"Don't you fucking dare act like my friend!" Cody barked, stomping his feet like a child "I knew you'd throw yourself at him! I fucking knew you just wanted to take something from me! You can't stand seeing me happy, can you?"
Ted kept shaking his head, hurt by this, "No, Cody, I never wanted to hurt you."
"A liar and a whore" Cody spat vehemently, unable to control himself anymore "I hate you!"
Cody pounced on him like a man possessed, throwing punches at every inch of him he could reach. Ted didn't want to fight his best friend, so he tried to block them as best he could. He raised his forearms up, shielding his face and trying to squirm away to no avail.
"Stop it, Codes! Quit for a second!"
"You're always trying to take everything from me!"
"I don't, Cody, you know that! You get everything you want!" Ted shouted back at him, grabbing his fist and twisting it "Can't I have at least one thing?"
Cody answered honestly, glaring down into his eyes, "Not if I wanted it first."
Cody continued the mad assault, leaving what Ted was sure were gonna be bruises tomorrow all over his chest. They were making quite the commotion, and called attention from somewhere else.
Randy quickly pulled on a pair of pants, seeing his lover being attacked by an enraged Rhodes. He grabbed the young man by the back of his neck, yanking him right off Ted. Cody flailed a bit, trying to fight him as well, but Randy tossed him to the carpet like a misbehaving puppy.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Randy hissed.
Cody looked up from the floor, glaring at the taller man, "Why the hell are you fucking this prude when I'm right here for the taking?!"
Randy gave his frightened lover a deadpan look, "Is he serious?"
" 'Fraid so" Ted replied breathlessly.
"This is why, Rhodes" Randy looked back at the younger man "You're such a fucking child, and this tantrum doesn't really help you."
"I'm twenty-four!" Cody whined.
"Then start acting like it!" Randy replied in the same whiny tone, mocking him.
Cody sniffled, shifting from pissed to upset in about two seconds.
"Don't cry, Codes" Ted started to ease off the bed, wanting to comfort his best friend.
"No! There's no crying in wrestling!" Randy grabbed Cody by the arm, dragging his skinny ass out of the room and dumping him in the hall "Toughen up, kid, or someone's going to eat you alive. If you touch Ted again, it'll probably be me."
Randy slammed the door in a stammering Cody's face. He turned back to his wide-eyed boy, looking his barely-decent form carefully.
"You ok?"
Ted nodded silently.
"Little shit" Randy locked the door for good measure, not wanting another rude interruption.
"You didn't have to do that."
Randy raised a brow at the blonde, "What else was I supposed to do? Let him beat you up? You could've taken him easily, baby."
"That's not the point" Ted rubbed the embarrassed flush from his cheeks "He's my best friend, and he really wanted you."
"One, you need better friends" Randy knelt on the bed, leaning over and placing a lingering kiss on his boy's lips "Two…you couldn't pay me enough to touch that petulant brat."
Ted nodded, looking down at the sheets and fiddling with the curve around his hip.
Randy looked him over again, this time out of curiosity, "What is it?"
"Seeing you pick me over Cody…" Ted whispered huskily, giving his lover a sultry stare from under golden-spun lashes.
Randy couldn't stop the smile that curled his lips, "Why, Teddy-bear, I do believe you're popping Viagra behind my back."
"It's just you" Ted grabbed him by the back of his neck, pulling his lover on top of him once more. He parted his legs invitingly, staring into those icy azure eyes as he let the older man settle between them.
The lovers settled in for a long night of lovemaking, slower and sweeter than the first.
Emono: Are you guys happy with that?
Ted: Yes! We score yet another lemon from Miz and Swagger!
Randy: *grin* And I got to toss Cody on his ass, sweet
Cody: *pout* Why did you turn me into such a little bitch?
Emono: Aw, sweetie, I love petulant!Cody
Cody: *snuffle, plops down on random bean bag* Whatever
Ted: But *glare* you still need to write one more, Brett needs to find out
Emono: Ugh *headdesk*
Randy: *gets chair ready*
Emono: Ok! Ok! Let me just finish up this other Miz-Jack fic, and I'll do it! I swear!
Randy: *gets nod from Ted, lowers chair*
Emono: Damn, ok…so do you guys like it, beloved readers? Yes? No?
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