Title: Work Out Your Own Salvation With Fear And Trembling
Author: Emono
Rating: FRM
Fandom: Wrestling
Series: I'd Rather Fight With You Than Make Love With Anyone Else verse
Pairings: John Cena/Jack Swagger, Randy/Cody (Candy), Miz/Morrison, Chris/Evan, Hardycest
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.
Beta: gil_follower
Warnings: Wrestling violence, slash, episode re-writes, love, fluff, smut, good stuff, OOC
"Sweet" Ted said from his laptop, waving them over "Guys, the designs for the merchandise are in. We have to decide to decide at least two special offers."
"Comin' " Randy got up off the bed, glancing at his lover curiously "Cody?"
"You guys are perfectly capable of deciding for yourselves" Cody didn't look away from the TV "I'm cool with whatever you pick."
Cody hadn't moved since CSI: New York came on. Usually he didn't watch the mainstream show, forensics didn't do it for him, but every time Randy asked his lover why he watched it he told him simply that Eddie Cahill's eyes were too blue and Carmine Giovinazzo had too cute a smile not to. The young Rhodes seriously got into it, even going as far as to wake The Legend Killer up in the middle of the night to ask him why Aiden (whoever that was) had to leave and why "this stupid Montana bitch" thought she could replace her.
Anyways…not only was Cody watched the screen like a zombie, he was also cleaning his one and only knife. It had been a gift from his brother when he had turned thirteen, and he cleaned it every couple weeks. It was a nice one…surgical stainless steel, Winchester, firm handle. A hunting knife for a kid who'd never had to track down his own food. But it was the sentiment of a once-precious brotherhood that had Cody playing with it when he got idle. He was shining the blade with clove oil, running the cloth up and down the tang with practiced movements.
Randy rolled his eyes, going over toe stand behind Ted. They talked a bit about the merchandise, reading the comments buyers had left on the profile and making note of what they had to change. Ted complained about the necklace being a bit discolored, and Randy countered that the flaming shirt was bright enough for a dozen pendants.
The next time Orton glanced up, he froze.
Cody had discarded the cloth, now playing with the knife like it was just another toy. He had the point to his fingertip, slowly rotating it so it pressed into the pad. Randy's mouth went a bit dry, but he forced himself to look back at DiBiase and their action figures.
Minutes went by, soft chatter exchanged between the older Legacy members and CSI to fill up the air.
"Hmph, bastard."
The soft utterance caught Randy's attention, he turned back to his lover. Apparently someone had screwed someone over in CSI-land, but he couldn't give two shits about fantasy-New York when reality was so much better. Cody was now tracing his lower lip with the flat of the blade just below the tip, the swell of flesh giving way beneath the steel. The knife caught the light both ways, casting a reflection on the bedspread. The young brunette's hot breath washed over the fogged the surface briefly, seeming to trace chaste kisses down the flat of it.
This was all done in a lazy fashion, all attention on the show playing on TV.
When Cody started tracing the sharp tip along the bottom of his lip, Randy knew he couldn't take anymore.
"Ted" Randy growled "We're gonna have to do this later."
"The deadline's tomorrow mornin' " Ted drawled, unaware of the sudden heat filling the room.
"Unless you want a show, leave" Randy growled, then pounced.
Cody gave a gasp of surprise when his lover pinned him, the wrist holding the knife now pinned firmly to the bed. Mouths met hungrily, and Randy couldn't get over how sweet the traces of clove oil tasted when left on his boy's lips. Their bodies strained toward each other, both already starved for a bit of one another.
"So sexy" Randy muttered when he pulled away, taking the knife in his free hand "You do this just to rile me up, don't you?"
"Not on purpose" Cody panted, the click of the door telling them they were alone "Never in front of Teddy."
Randy couldn't help but grin, shifting his weight so he was hovering over the younger man.
He brow drew, "Randy?"
Randy traced the very top of the knife over Cody's cheek, letting it scratch a path down to the jugular vein thumping beneath caramel colored skin. He savored the sharp inhale, the flutter of bronze-spun lashes.
"Do you like knife-play, Coddles?" Randy teased, rucking up the younger man's t-shirt with his other hand to expose his defined torso. Cody's teeth clamped down on his lip, both watching with lustful eyes as the steel drifted lower. The warmed tip circled his belly button, goosebumps cropping up in it's wake.
"I-I don't like being cut up, if that's what you mean" Cody cursed the nerves in his voice.
Randy dipped down, licking a hot path in wake of the blade, "Are you sure?"
"Yes" but it was more of a pleasurable hiss, for the blade was scraping his inner thigh through the denim of his jeans "Randy…shit, oh, be careful."
"I am, baby" Randy assured him, yet letting the younger man feel the surgical steel along the seem of his groin. He arched into the touch, the words striking a fire low in his belly.
"Show me" Cody breathed, begging.
Randy laid the knife aside, hunger building in him for a taste of his boy's flesh. He skillfully popped open the fly of the man's jeans, the zipper getting pulled down with only the aid of his teeth. Cody moaned prettily as his lover's hot breath washed over his aching desire through his boxers, trying not to arch when those talented lips started mouthing the outline of his cock.
Randy dove in, delivering a swift bite to the sensitive skin of his inner thigh.
"God, yes!"
Yeah, he knew exactly what his boy was into.
-xXxXxXx-
"Well, Evan's officially left us" Miz pouted, joining Jack and Cody at the breakfast table "He's having way too much fun with Jericho's kids and won't be back until the end of the week."
Cody glanced at the Miz, checking his e-mail with his laptop placed in front of him, "What's that in your hand?"
"Oh, this?" Miz held up a small grocery bag, plastic like the ones Wal-Mart gave out "Well, when Evan told me he was leaving, I took a little insurance policy. When I realized he would be leaving longer, I thought now we should eat it."
Jack's eyes widened, looking up from the tabloid magazine he had been skimming through, "Is that Evan's sucker stash?"
"Maybe" Miz grinned knowingly, shaking it "Oh my, I think it is."
"Sucker stash?" Cody's brow creased.
"Evan's deadly addicted to Blow-Pops" Jack stated in a breath, holding out his hand "Gimme."
"What's your poison?"
"Cherry" the blonde grinned when he was handed just that "Oh, these things rot my teeth to hell. I love 'em!"
He ripped off the wrapper, moaning as he pushed it into his mouth.
"How 'bout you, kid?" Miz pulled out a grape one for himself "Want one?"
Cody considered it, "Is there any strawberry?"
"Yep."
"Eh, sure, why not?"
Santino and his two favorite divas stood together not far away, watching this. He suddenly snickered, pulling out his phone.
"Don't" Beth glared, only half protesting "Whatever you're planning, stop."
"Oh come now, Bethy" Santino pouted "It is nothing but a bit of fun!"
Rosa clicked her tongue, "What exactly are you doing?"
Santino clicked three pictures, making sure they were perfect, but not responding.
Beth just patted the younger woman on the shoulder, shaking her head, "Fucking with people, that's what."
-WwE-
John paused in his reps, the sound of his phone echoing in the gym past the grunts and clink of machines.
I never give in, I never give up
I never give in, I just wanna be loved!
I want domination!
John snickered at the ringtone, knowing his lover had been playing with his phone again. He sat up on the bench, rolling his shoulders briefly before snatching the device out of his gym bag. He clicked it, opening the mail that he had received. It was a picture message, and it took him a moment to realize what it was.
John gaped, eyes wide. The pic was of his Jack…plump lips curved over a sweet cherry sucker. His eyes were alight, clearly enjoying himself, the crimson treat only half in the mouth John himself had enjoyed several times.
He called the number he knew by heart, putting it to his ear as he tried to control his breathing. It rang twice, then a cherry hey Jay echoed through the line.
"Jack" John all but growled "You, me, in the hotel room, five minutes. Be there, and bring the sucker."
-WwE-
"Hold on, sir" Randy held up a finger, reaching for his phone.
Ranjin Singh shrugged, spearing into his spaghetti and swirling it. He had agreed to a lunch with Orton for no particular reason other than to listen to the man try and talk his way out of the match this coming Monday, which was going to happen no matter what the champion wanted.
Randy clicked on the message, brow creased when he saw who it was from. The picture came up immediately, causing his breath to stop.
It was of Cody, sucking on what looked to be a rather delicious Blow-Pop. His lips were shiny with sugar and saliva, eyelashes at half-mast as he gazed at his computer almost in a bored fashion.
Oh God, that sinful mouth…
Randy found himself hard almost instantly, remember just what those lips could do on his cock.
Ranjin smirked when the man flushed, "You okay there Randy?"
Randy scrubbed a hand over his eyes, shoving his phone back into his pocket, "Fuckin' peachy."
Now what was he going to do?
-WwE-
John Morrison perked up as his phone went off, raising an eyebrow at said object. He sat up on the hotel couch, snatching the device up and fiddling with it until he could get the picture to come up.
Oh boy, and come up it did. It was none other than a digital of his Mizzy with a grape lolly in his mouth, the violet coloring staining his lips. His fingertips were curled around the stick delicately, lips pouted so it looked like he was almost kissing the round end of the candy.
"Well fuck me" John ripped his eyes away from the sight, cheeks flushed with sudden arousal. He checked the number, scowling when he saw who sent it. He called the number, putting the device to his ear.
"Marella!" Morrison barked viciously "Where do you get off sending me something like that?! I'm hundreds of miles away and can't do a thing! Next time, make sure I'm in the building, you son of a bitch!"