"Cody, come on."
"B-but I want more drinks, Randeeeee," Cody keens, barely sitting upright on his stool.
"I said come with me, right fucking now!"
Even in his drunken stupor, Cody can tell that something is not right. He recalls that when Randy turns a particular shade of purple that often means trouble, and right now, Cody is seeing a lot of purple.
Randy quickly charges the drinks to his room and grabs Cody's wrist, dragging the younger man along with him out of the bar and to the elevator.
"Whas . . . whas goin' on?" Cody slurs out on the ride up in the elevator.
Randy's tone is very clipped, "We're going to see Ted."
Cody's face lights up, completely forgetting Randy's odd behavior, "Aww Teddy. We're goin' to see mah Teddles!"
Randy just nods his head and when the elevator dings on their floor, he grabs Cody again and pulls him along down the hall to Cody's shared room with Ted. Knocking loudly, he can barely control his heart rate as he waits for Ted to open the door.
When the door finally does open, the first thing Ted notices is that Cody's eyes are only half open and he seems to be swaying where he's standing.
"Randy, what happened?"
"He's just drunk, he'll be fine. I need to talk to you."
A frown crosses Ted's features, "We'll you can wait. Cody, baby, you okay?"
"Peachy keen, TedTed," Cody giggles, and passes Randy into the room to lean against Ted, "I feel sooooo good."
"Let's get you in bed, okay? Then I'm going to talk to Randy for a bit," Ted leads Cody to one of the beds and helps him lay down, then reached down to pull off the younger man's shoes. Once Cody has snuggled into the pillows, Ted moves back towards Randy who is no longer standing in the doorway, but has entered the room and shut the door behind him.
"You fucking lied to me Ted."
"What are you talking about?"
Randy leans against the door in the narrow entrance way facing Ted, "When you told us what happened to Cody. You didn't say who did it; said no one knew, but that's a lie!"
Ted face falls, "I didn't think you needed to know."
"I didn't need to know?!" Randy throws his hands in the air, "I didn't need to know that Ric Flair, a man I've idolized since I was kid, someone that's supported me my whole career, raped one of my best friends? Are you fucking serious?"
"That's why I didn't tell you," Ted says honestly, "Because I knew it would hurt you."
"Hurt me?!" Randy practically roars, "It's gonna fucking hurt him that's for sure. When I get my hands on him I'm gonna rip his dick off and kick his ass with it!"
Ted recoils from Randy's explosive anger, "You can't do that!"
"Why not?!"
"Because beating Flair to within an inch of his life is not going to change what happened. It's not going to make Cody better!"
Randy seems to deflate, "Don't you think I know that Ted? I . . . I just . . . I mean you know how much Cody means to me. He's like a brother to me, both of you are. I would do anything for you guys and . . . and I just can't stand the thought of something like that happening to him."
"Randy-"
"No, Ted," a tear slips down Randy's cheek, "Just forget it."
He goes before Ted can say anything else, leaving the younger man standing sadly before he shuts the door and turns back to the bed and Cody.
"Come lay here wit' me, Teddy," Cody coos gently, "Now that ya dummies are done yellin'."
Ted just sighs and lays down next to his plastered boyfriend, who immediately rolls into his side, burying his nose in Ted's neck.
"I should have just told him and John to begin with," Ted sighs.
"Can we talk about somethin' else, please?"
"Okay, it's just-"
Ted stills when he feels Cody's hand in his crotch. The younger man begins rubbing him gently and while Ted can't really resist Cody, he's knows that this is not the time.
"Cody, stop."
"Buh I wanna fuck, Teddy," he starts to nibble on Ted's neck, licking and sucking and in spite of himself Ted groans.
"Codes . . . wait, WAIT," as much as he doesn't want to, Ted lightly pushes Cody away from his neck, "We can't do this now. You're drunk."
Cody just pouts at him, but Ted has had some practice resisting the pink lips and big blue eyes, "Buh why Teddykins? You don' want me?"
Ted sighs, "Of course I want you. But our first time can't be like this. We'll both regret it. Another time Baby, I promise."
Cody rolls on his side to face away from Ted, sniffling a little, "I don' blame ya for not wantin' me. I'm so dirty."
That just breaks Ted's heart. He quickly spoons up to Cody's back, wrapping his arms around his waist. He kisses Cody's cheek gently, trying to be reassuring.
"No you're not. You're still the same person you've always been; it's just that something bad happened that was beyond your control. You have to stop punishing yourself. I love you Cody. You have to remember that."
"I love you too Teddy," Cody says quietly. The alcohol is flooding his system with warmth and combined with Ted's warm body pressed to him Cody succumbs to sleepiness.
Three floors down and five doors to the left, Randy is sitting on his bed, clutching his pillow so hard that on wrong move may send feathers flying around the room. John is sitting on the bed next to him, staring straight ahead, trying not to infuriate his friend any farther.
Randy had flown into the room, ranting about what had happened, what Cody had told him and all John could do was watch and listen and make sure that Randy didn't destroy their hotel room. Eventually he had tired himself out and ended up in the spot he is in now.
"I know you don't want to hear this Randy, but everything is going to be okay."
This just gets John a nasty look.
"It's true. Both you and I would do anything for Ted and Cody and we're going to fix this, okay?"
"How do you know?!" Randy snaps. He is not calming down at all and John is starting to fear that he may pop a blood vessel or, in the worst case, hunt down Ric Flair right now and smash his face in.
Okay, so maybe that's not the worst case scenario.
"Because I know. If you're just going to be angry all the time, then you're useless, Randy. Do you understand that? You have to calm down, think rationally."
"Don't talk down to me, John! I'm not a child! Just leave me alone, I'm going to sleep," he lies down and rolls over to face away from John.
John scoffs and gets up off the bed and move over to the other one. As soon as he gets to the side that Randy is facing, the younger man rolls away from him again, eyes wide open, and not sleeping at all.
"Then stop acting like one."