Title: Cupid's Got Me
Author: Candy_Rko
Summary: Cody absolutely hates Valentine's Day but has a secret admirer. He looks everywhere but the obvious.
Disclaimer: not mine
Author's notes: Obviously wrote this in February. It was posted on LJ but the Wrestling world on fanfictionnet needs more SLASH.
Chapter 3/6
So, Cody realized quickly that he couldn't look at Randy. Ever again. Because he felt like a fucking fool for refusing him. And Randy and John were currently not speaking and that confused Cody more then it really should have because last time he'd checked, he didn't give a flying fuck about their 'are they, aren't they' relationship. But both men looked liked they'd just been sat on by Big Show. And that he'd farted on them. Eew, beef stew by the Big Show, Cody shuddered. Yeah, that spoiled his appetite.
And to top it all off, Ted was M.I.A. As in, he hadn't shown for their rehearsal and that was strange for Ted. Usually Ted was the first one at the ring. Cody scowled into his Boo-berry cereal (yeah, childish, but he didn't claim to be the poster boy for maturity.) "You know, if you eat a whole box of Boo-berry, your shit turns blue."
Cody could only stare at Evan. "What?"
Evan laughed, "Nothing. You were lost in thought and from the way you've been eyeing Randy…" Evan shrugged, "How long have you been in love with him?"
"Um, no thanks. And for your information, I could have tapped that ass and I didn't." Okay, don't beat yourself up. Maybe he'll still fuck me if I pout at him. I know he can't resist it. "You ready for tonight?"
"I guess. I'm not look forward to going back on the road tomorrow," Evan sighed, plopping down beside Cody, "Do I even want to know why you're eating Boo-berry cereal?"
"Well, Teddy got it for me and he knows I love it. It's my comfort food."
"So….something happened?"
"Yeah and I'm not about to tell you. You're the biggest gossip whore in the WWE."
"Bitch, don't go there," Evan poked him in the ribs, "Look, some friendly advice? You want something, you go after it and if it doesn't work out, that doesn't mean you stop searching. Like, look at me and Randy. I fell in love with the asshole knowing that he cared about John. I was so heart broken when Randy ended up. But Jake was there and now I can't imagine being without him."
"Wow, you're so fuckin' gay," Cody grinned, "But thanks."
"Have you figured out your mystery admirer?" Evan changed the subject, grabbing an apple from the basket in the center of the table, a couple of the other hotel guests casting both wrestlers annoyed glances. "He or she has to know you."
"I figured that much out but I ran through everyone that could be on the list and none of them match up. Ok, you and Jake, automatically ruled out. Same for Mike and Johnny. Randy and John. Smackdown guys because they don't know well enough to send me anything that personalized. I don't know, Ev, I'm lost."
Evan tossed the apple in the air, eyes darting from Cody to where Randy was sulking in the corner with his newspaper. "Did you think maybe its Ted?"
Cody laughed hollowly. "Number one, he's married. Number two, he's straight. Number three, I would have already figured it out. Teddy can't keep a secret from me to save his life. Number four, did I mention he's married?"
"So is Randy and that's never stopped him."
Cody rolled his eyes, "That's because Randy's a whore and because his wife already knows about his 'extracurricular activities' as he puts it. Ted's got God and I don't think for one second that he'd turn his back on his religion for me."
Evan smiled sadly at Cody, "But you'd like it to be him, wouldn't you?"
"I'm really that transparent?" Cody frowned, "He's been my best friend for years. And I've loved him since I was old enough to know what love was. It fuckin' sucks, Evan."
"I'm sorry. But hey, this might cheer you up." Evan's grin was Cheshire as he threw the apple as hard as he could at Randy, the fruit ripping through the middle of Randy's paper and hitting him square in the face. "Later!" Evan winked at Cody before running towards the elevator.
"BOURNE!!!" Randy bellowed, paper tossed to the floor, murderous rage crossing his handsome face. "You better run you fuckin' pansy ass!!" Randy crossed his arms in front of his chest, shaking his head, "I don't know who's worse; Mike or Evan. Now that would have been a match made in heaven."
"Speaking of matches, why didn't you tell me about you and Evan?" Cody pointedly asked, suppressing his urge to giggle when Randy threw his plastic bowl and spoon into the trash. Sometimes, Randy was too obvious. And God knew that the other guys exploited Randy's weakness for Cody. It was the best way to rile Randy up. Maybe in a perfect world, the two of them would have had a fairy tale romance.
"I didn't think it'd matter," Randy said bluntly, "And because I knew you were crushing hard on me. I didn't want to hurt you, Codes. That's the last thing I ever wanna do and I think I did. Last night. I'm sorry."
"Randy…" Cody rested his head against Randy's stomach, feeling the older man play with his hair. John was a lucky man to have the love of Randy Orton. "You didn't hurt me," his voice was muffled against the fabric of Randy's tee-shirt, "And like I said, I'm over you."
"You sure about that, baby?" Randy's fingers were curled against the nape of Cody's neck.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt," John Cena's deep voice snapped the two from their intimate embrace. John was gazing at the ground, refusing to look at the them. A blush turned his tanned cheeks scarlet.
"What did you think were interrupting?" Cody asked, rising to his feet and tucking his box of cereal underneath his arm, "We're friends, John, so don't worry. You still have Randy's undivided attention."
"Cody!" Randy hissed, kicking Cody's shin.
"What? I'm tired of this shit. John, Randy loves you and wants to have your babies. There, it's out in the open. Get the fuck over it and John, seriously, if you don't take him to your room and fuck the life out of him, then I will. See you tonight," Cody sneered, ignoring that both men were gaping at him and that more then likely, he'd be paying for it later. Fucking idiots. "Ouch!" he snarled, colliding with a solid structure, only to see that it was Ted. "Ted Dibiase! You have a lot of explainin' to do! Where were you, man? You look like shit!"
"Thanks, Cody," Ted glared, shoving past Cody, "What?" he growled when Cody grabbed him by the arm.
"What's wrong with you? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. I had an argument with Kristen and I just want to take a nap before the show. That alright with you, Master?"
"Um, sure."
"And this was sent to Vince with you as the C/O," Ted put a box in his hands before he hastily left towards the entrance of the stairs.
He hates me. I wonder why he even cares so much about these stupid gifts? It's not like I'll ever know who sent them. Cody walked outside and headed towards one of the cafes, turning his phone on silent, not wanting to speak to Randy once he got over the initial shock of his most closely guarded secret being revealed to the identity of said secret.
Whoever this is, knows me. Pretty good. Because this… Cody gazed at the gift in his hands. The unreleased next addition to the Zelda series. Something that shouldn't have been available for a few more months. He turned the copy of The Pendant of Light over in his hands, admiring the artwork on the cover, depicting a more realistic Link. It must have cost a small fortune but who knew of his addiction to the Legend of Zelda games? Other then the obvious? He almost didn't want to know because then the illusion would be shattered. And it felt…nice to be wanted by someone so much that they would go to such extremes to win his heart.
***
Cody leaned on one of the turnbuckles of the ring, watching as Ted held his own against Shawn Michaels. That body moved fluidly, the muscles rippling with each calculated move. Cody could barely keep his attention on Hunter pacing around the outskirts of the ring, he was mesmerized by his friend's sculpted physique. Okay, stop it Cody, this is not the place to having those kinds of thoughts. But it was damn difficult when all Ted was wearing were those red spankies of his.
Shawn delivered Sweet Chin Music, Ted falling flat on his back and Shawn moved in to cover him. Yeah fuckin' right, old man! Cody ignored the ref and kicked Shawn in the back, stopping the count at two. Ted flashed him a grateful smile. Cody's knees went weak. A loud thump outside the ring had all three men gazing at the floor where Hunter was laid out and an innocent Randy Orton stood over Hunter's prone body. Cody resisted the urge to laugh.
Shawn glanced around, knowing that it was futile to continue fighting, that Legacy would triple team him for the win. Cody returned to his corner, wanting Ted to have this victory. It was no easy feat to bring Shawn Michaels down, the man was a legend but unfortunately for Michaels, the Legacy Killer was on his opponents side. Cody glanced at Randy hovering over Hunter; everyone said that Legacy were dirty but DX was the definition of underhanded tactics. God knew Cody had seen it happen time in and time out.
The bell rang and Cody leapt into the ring, the referee raising both his and Ted's hands, declaring them the winners. Cody would have liked the match to have been for the tag team belts but it wasn't time for them to reclaim them. Vince had assured them that once Sheamus's reign as WWE champion was finished that all of Legacy would have gold around their waists. It was a beautiful image.
Randy met them, his arms slinging across both their shoulders as they made their way up the ramp, A New Day filling the arena. "That's my boys," he said softly so that the camera man following them didn't catch it. Randy's hand trailed towards the base of Cody's neck, fingers massaging the skin gently. "You showed everyone that you can take DX. That wasn't fake. That was real skill. I'm impressed."
Ted was practically glowing and Cody knew he was too. Randy seldom praised them but when he did, it felt like they'd just won the lottery. Cody looked at Randy. There were dark circles underneath his eyes and a dullness to his vivid blue eyes that hadn't been there before. Unrequited love and unresolved sexual tension; Cody was becoming a pro at recognizing the signs. He only had to look at himself in the mirror to see the proof. Could it be Randy? Cody had always assumed that Randy's love was for John and John alone. Maybe Randy had given up on John. Maybe he truly wanted Cody.
Cody's gaze landed on Ted. His Teddy. He looked worse then Randy but that could have been because of his fight with Kristen. Not love sickness. Was it possible that Cody could learn to love someone other then Ted? It had always been Ted. And Randy would have been the best choice. They were already friends and they already knew the other was bi. It would have been easy to just forget about Ted Dibiase and learn to love Randy Orton. Randy knew Cody better then everyone but Ted. He would have known to choose the perfect gifts but then what about Randy's feelings for John? Cody knew they weren't that trivial.
"Dude, you guys were as sexy as well, as me!" Mike grinned, "You gave DX a run for their money! Ah, man, and the three of you oozed nothin' but pure sex out there! If I wasn't already a Legacy fan, I would be now."
"Thanks, Mikey," Cody rolled his eyes, "That makes me feel so much better. People only watch us because we're hot and not because of our talent."
"Hey, if you've got it, flaunt it. Why do you think I wear spankies now?"
"Because JoMo wanted you to. The same reason you died your hair back blonde," Evan grinned.
"Well, he does love himself some blondes," Mike puffed out his chest. "And I'm the only blonde allowed in his bed."
"TMI!" Cody groaned, "I don't want to imagine you horny freaks goin' at it!"
"Oh but you do imagine it," Mike puckered his lips at Cody, "Give us a kiss, Codes."
"Hey, children, knock it off," Randy scowled, buffeting both men against the back of their heads, "You'd think this was high school. No, not even high school. Grade school."
"Do we really have to travel again?" Evan whined, grabbing his jacket from his bag.
"We're headin' to Nashville," Ted chuckled, "But at least we've got a House show with Smackdown. It's always fun to hang out with the guys."
"Yeah and maybe one of them will know who my stalker is," Cody made a face, "Because you're never going to believe what I got." He pulled the game from the side pocket of his bag, "An advance copy of The Legend of Zelda: The Pendant of Light. Oh yeah, Evan, eat your heart out!"
Evan went to grab it when Cody tucked it safe inside his coat. "Aw, don't be jerk, Cody! It's not even hittin' the shelves until freakin' August! Dude, that's like eight months early!"
"Yeah, I think I can count," Cody quipped sarcastically. "Hey, whoever my mystery admirer is has some pull somewhere. And I'm not about to share."
"So you like it then?" Ted asked, stuffing the rest of his clothes into his duffel.
"More then you'll ever know. I just wish I knew."
"Oh, you do," Randy snarked, "Our flight leaves tomorrow at six a.m. Don't party too hard, girls."
"Randall Keith Orton!" Cody snapped, the door slamming shut in his face, "He can be such a bastard! How does he know? I bet it's him. Some elaborate scheme to fuck with my head."
"Why would he spent that kind of money to just mess with you?" Mike asked, the four of them leaving the locker room.
"Because he can."
"Do you want it to be Randy?"
"Kind of. I mean, I don't know, Teddy. It'd be easier if it was because at least I know I can trust him. But his love for John isn't a passing fancy. I don't see him surrendering so early either."
"Wow, the two of you would so hot together," Mike winked, "Hmm, yeah, I have some pornographic fantasies about you and Randy."
Cody's jaw dropped. "What the fuck? That's sick! Does Johnny know?!"
"Uh, yeah, he encourages it. Sometimes," Mike licked his lips, "I play Randy and he plays Cody."
"Okay, I'm officially squicked. Thanks. I'm starving and no, Mikey, you're not invited."
"Don't worry. I have a webcam date with John. And Evan, I'd seriously not come back for a few hours. I don't even know why you room with me when you and Jake are bumpin' uglies."
"You've been my roomie since we got onto Raw. Just because I'm with Jake doesn't mean that I'm abandoning you."
Mike's bottom lip trembled as he pulled Mike into a hug. Mike and Evan were cute and would have been adorable together. And sometimes, he wondered if they hadn't had something in ECW. Long before John Morrison, long before Randy Orton, long before Jake Hager.
Like I said, meant to be humoruous, not serious. Wrestlers are probably OOC. :)
