Author's Note:

Chapter Four! Yes, things are going so well.

You know the drill! I don't own the WWE! and I don't mean anyone any harm!

Please enjoy the next chapter, you lovelies!

Cody was quite conflicted about Randy's intent at this point.

He really didn't hate Jack, he felt that Jack was a good guy; a little easy to jump in the sack with, but a good guy nonetheless. In fact, the only reason for him doing what he was doing was to spite John.

At least, that's what he had to keep telling himself as he walked with Ted and Randy to the carousel to pick up their bags.

Cody's discomfort often caused him to seem a little distant and monotone, but Randy didn't see it or didn't care.

Ted, on the other hand, picked up on this immediately and confronted Cody.

"What's wrong Codes, you look like you're about to up-chuck your lungs" he remarked, using the familiar nickname "Codes" instead of the formal "Cody " that Randy always addressed him by.

"Oh, yeah it's Randy he's just a little…" bat shit crazy "tiring sometimes…especially with his whole fanatical crush on John…" Cody mumbled, not able to bring himself to look Ted in the face.

"Oh, that…" Ted sighed rolling his eyes and then after averting his gaze "you know, Codes; if I was you, I wouldn't worry about it one bit. It's not your problem anyway"

With that he gave Cody a friendly pat on the shoulder before slinging two of their duffel bags on his arm and walking out.

Cody couldn't help but ogle at his behind as he strolled away.

"What's wrong with you!? You like Randy, remember?" he reprimanded himself as a parent might reprimand a child with their hand in the cookie jar.

"Will you stop playing the blame game?" his inner pervert spoke out, although Cody had already taken his own advice and shifted his staring eyes down to his shoes.

"Ugh… I need to see a therapist…" he mumbled, running his hands through his hair "…it can't be healthy to mentally contradict yourself…"

"That depends on what you're having those mixed feelings about" a voice chirped from behind, shocking Cody into the reality that people in the terminal could hear him.

It was John.

"You wouldn't happen to be having those thoughts over me and Jack, now would you?" he inquired satirically, although an idiot could tell the question wasn't a joke.

"It's not about you, I didn't go blab to anyone" Cody lied.

"Good, because if you did, I'm afraid I'd have to put my fist down your throat" John replied with a mocking smile, sending a slight shiver down Cody's spine.

"Okay!" he huffed, turning away from Cena to busy himself with picking up the bags thinking that their conversation was finished.

"And Cody…" John added waiting for Cody to turn and face him before continuing.

"If I ever find out that you did tell somebody about what happened last night…" he moved in to whisper into Cody's ear, his smile deepening as he did so "I'll be eating my cereal out of the bottom of your skull; and there won't be a thing Jack can do to help you"

Cody nodded; the message very clear.

With that, John walked off with his usual pretentious strut as though not a word had been shared between them.

Immediately Randy hovered over to Cody, as he simply had to have all the details about what Cody and his dear, sweet, lover-boy John had been talking about so intensely.

"What happened?" Randy asked, looking over Cody's shoulder to watch John as he left out to the parking lot where thousands of blood-thirsty, parasitical fans awaited him.

"Just the unwanted daily dosage of vitamin John" Cody answered snidely.

"Ooh, what's that all about? Getting a little cranky?" Randy retorted with just as much cynicism "So, I spoke with Adam-"

"Adam…? Adam "Edge" Copeland?" Cody asked somewhat surprised that Randy had connections with the man.

"Yeah, Adam, anyway he-" Randy tried to continue before being interrupted again.

"How do you know him?"

"Cody, I just do, now will you please just shut up for a minute and let me finish? To cut a long story short, he gave me Christian's number, I haven't hung out with Christian in a while but-"

Cody couldn't hold it in; "you and Christian are friends!?"

"Can I finish? Please!? Can I finish!?" he roared, towering up to gaze down at Cody, forcing him to back down and be quiet "The bottom line of this is that now all we need to do is catch Jack and John in action, record it and get it to Christian. So I'm going to lend you a camcorder and help get you into Jack's dressing room; I heard Christian doesn't like going into Jack's room so you'll have a better chance of catching John in there, any questions? Because we need to be in the limo in two minutes if we're going to beat them there"

Cody stood mouth agape, ready to just scream at Randy about how ridiculous the whole thing was, but Randy was far quicker; gripping Cody's wrist, he dashed to the limo dragging the youth behind him like a rag doll.

Luckily they didn't leave Ted behind as he had already finished loading up and was just seating himself inside when the pair slammed in.

"Get us to the arena and step on it!" Randy commanded, though he hadn't even finished closing the door yet.

The driver needed no incentive and they were off, possibly going two times faster than the speed limit permitted.

When they reached the arena, Randy wasted no time grabbing his own bag and heading for his dressing room, with Cody in tow; leaving Ted to unpack the rest.

He hastily unzipped it fishing around for something.

Finding what it was that he was looking for; he pulled out a small, hand-held, computer plug-in black camcorder and handed it to Cody.

"Now, Cody, I just want you to know that this is very important to me" Randy said, looking Cody in the eye as he spoke "So don't half-ass it"

With that he gave Cody a gentle kiss on the lips; it was a soft tingling sensation that although was not a passionate, air-sucking, mouth-smothering connection, could make your knees go aquiver.

But it was only for motivation, and when their kiss broke, Randy sent him to Jack's dressing room without another word.

Thankfully, Christian had fans to greet at the airport and had asked Jack to stay behind and wait for him, so at this time they would probably just be getting into their car, providing just enough time to find someplace to hide.

In the closet.

It was perfect; dark, covering, someplace you would suspect someone to hide, but for that reason it wouldn't be the first place you'd check. It was as though God had chosen this space especially for him.

No sooner had Cody hidden himself and gotten the camera ready when John walked in with his usual saunter.

He didn't seem too disappointed to find that Jack wasn't in the room; he just sat himself down on the dark leather couch and made himself comfortable as he prepared to wait for Jack.

The couch in question was directly to the right of the closet but up against the opposite wall, providing Cody with a full view of John.

It seemed that alone John could only last a few seconds without becoming immediately bored and he began to rummage through his things in his dark navy duffel bag before finding what he was looking for.

It was a pair of briefs; the pair Jack had on the night John and he had sex.

And the sick bastard had them in his bag?!

"Oh, dear Lord, this man is so God damn fucking nasty…" Cody thought to himself, about ready to retch with disgust.

"Shut up, pansy, you're a bigger pervert than he is; you're the one whose videotaping sex for Randy, who, by the way, you've been stealing underpants from since day one!" his other half scolded.

As if it weren't enough to be holding them in his hands, John lifted them to his nose and smelled them.

Cody almost blew his cover and vomited, had he not looked away as soon as John started to press Jack's underwear against his nose and inhale.

He heard John moaning out exhales and prayed to God that he had stopped so that he could continue his secret spy mission.

"Randy how can you like this guy!? He mentally asked nobody in particular.

When he finally built up the tolerance to look on, he saw that John had both put the underpants back in his bag and was sporting a large woody.

"Damn that bitch… How much time does he think I have…? Ugh, now I'm even fuckin' horny…" John grumbled looking down at his groin.

Then John perked up smiling, as a thought was forming in his head. Probably a devious one.

He began to remove his clothes, stripping down to his bare skin, his erection still apparent and still pointed upwards.

He went over to the mini fridge in the corner of the room and rummaged through it, pulling out a can of whipped cream and a bowl of cherries that had been so graciously provided by the staff that ran the arena.

The whipped cream he left to the side on the floor next to the arm of the couch; while he lounged sprawled about the couch looking like a Greek God, leisurely enjoying the fruit.

The T.V. which was stored in a shelf next to the closet in which Cody hid; he flipped on and began to watch the news, laughing to himself at the horrible weather that was to come for the poor people of the state.

"Hah… I'm so glad I don't live here" he chuckled, helping himself to a cherry.

Cody didn't find John attractive, nor did he even find him likeable as a friend, but he had to admit; Jack, who felt a large attraction for John, would certainly be happy when he found John lying naked on hid couch.

At least, the tent that would be pitching itself on his pants would certainly tell on him.

And then there would be so many options as to what kind of foreplay to use; whipped cream or fruit? Or both? Hmm. Kinky.

Cody himself had often dreamt of a tempting Randy Orton sweaty and begging to fuck him, in a few interesting positions with chocolate sauce and whipped cream on him, maybe even afterwards a few fruit.

And of course, Cody would accept his offers and they would make love, smearing the sweet cream all over each other's bodies.

Now that he was doing this favor for Randy that could become a possibility.

Come to think of it… There were plenty of possibilities lined up for Cody to choose from now!

He could have Randy do some S and M with him, or he could have Randy bathe with him, or towel him off after work… Anything!

He smiled as the thought of Randy running soapy water over his body and asking him how it felt played out in his mind. He would tell Randy it was fine and then, hooking his arms around the back of Randy's neck, he'd pull Randy in and they would tumble around in the bathtub play-fighting each other. Then when Randy would wind up on top, he'd claim Cody, just like the little whore he'd become under Randy's teachings in Legacy.

The truth was; most or rather, all of Cody's sexual frustrations were brought on by his joining Legacy.

But, when Randy was collecting, how could he refuse the call to join his ranks? It would only bring them closer together; or so Cody had thought.

It really only showed him what a teasing prick Randy could be when he wanted to.

Cody was so busy mulling things over in his mind that he almost didn't hear the doorknob turning as John's prey walked in.

He immediately turned the camcorder on so that he wouldn't miss a single moment of the show as it began to unfold before his eyes.

John set the bowl of cherries on the floor next to the whipped cream and arched his head in the direction of the door as an unknowingly lucky Jack Swagger walked in, Christian nowhere in sight.

Welcome to my parlor, said the spider to the fly.

What will Jack do to John? Oh... So many ideas, so little time...