Disclaimer: I own nothing, unfortunately. If I did own them...mmm, thoughts O____O
Rating: M/R
Author: CobraStyleLove
Pairings: SLASH! M/M LOVING! Don't like, don't read! Ted/Cody (Rhodiase), Randy/Evan (Bournton? :S). Maybe more later, but you know, first Slash fic, first wrestling fic and all that. Want to take it easy :')
Summary: Cody is slutting around, sleeping with anybody he can get his hands on, after he gets rejected by Phil, and Ted's sick of watching his best friend go downhill. But why does he care so much? Evan's finally on Raw, and he's getting a lot of attention from the other wrestlers- including Randy.
Keep reviewing y'all. Please? (:
I'm really sorry it took me so long to update. Just I knew what I wanted to write, but I didn't know how to say it D:
This took me a while, and I think it's my longest yet...
So read and review peeps (:
Pwease? (:
Oh, and the bits at the end? What's happening between Randy and Evan is at the same time as what's happening with Ted and Cody...just so nobody gets confused (:
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"I swear it's true!" Cody whined, glaring at the incredulous Ted. "I saw it with my own eyes. Honest." he slurred, and Ted rolled his eyes- yeah. With his own drunken eyes, that was to say. That made a difference.
"Codes, come on. Jack and Cena? That right there is the alcohol warping reality. That's what ya get for drinking like this..." the blonde smirked, as the brunette glared at him, folding his arms across his chest for a moment, sulking.
"No, man. I haven't even drank that much. Honestly! And they were...kissing,and everything!" he waved his arms around in enthusiasm, falling back onto the bed, as his arms windmilled a little too energetically. He earned himself a snicker off the blonde, and he glared up at him again. "Don't laugh at me, Teddy!"
"Fine, fine- but Jack and...and...I'm sorry, man, but that's something that just wouldn't happen. Not in a million years. Have they even met each other, yet?" Ted shook his head in disbelief, seeing that Cody was serious about this.
"Whatever. But don't be surprised if you catch them going at it, in the locker room, s'all m'sayin'...Don't you come running back to me with your apologies for thinking 'M a liar..." the younger man yawned, turning his back on Ted and closing his eyes, not bothering to get under the covers.
The blonde rolled his eyes again, resisting the urge to chuckle, as Cody fell asleep practically straight away. Well...he'd managed to keep his mind off questioning him about what happened again, he'd give the boy that, at least.
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"Have you guys seen Jack?" Evan sat at the table in the cafeteria at which Cody and Ted were currently seated. The small ravenette appeared to be pouting. "He didn't come back all last night, and he promised to watch the Godfather marathon with me!"
Cody choked on his orange juice, and Ted patted his back quickly, looking across at Evan. "Really? You haven't seen him since last night?" He was beginning to wonder if Cody really had seen what he thought he had...no. It had to be an alcohol-induced illusion...it had to be.
Evan sighed forlornly. "No. He said he was heading out for a drink, but then he didn't come back. I really hope nothing bad has happened to him..."
"Depends on what you mean by bad..." Cody murmured, earning himself a sharp kick to the shin off his Priceless partner, and a warning glare.
Evan excused himself for a moment, heading towards the queue at the food counter, and Cody turned to Ted, eyes reproaching and lips turned down into a scowl. "That hurt, Teddy!" he whined, bending to rub his shin gently. "He needs to know."
"Maybe." Ted agreed, continuing when Cody opened his mouth to talk again. "But. We don't need to be the ones to tell him...Jack will, in his own time. It won't be long before more people start to realize that something's not right. If it is true, that is..."
Cody shut his mouth, defeated, but sulking and folding his arms across his chest, like a petulant child. He choose to ignore Ted's last comment, as Evan arrived back, steaming blueberry muffin in hand.
"So you haven't seen Jack, then?" he frowned, sitting back down, and staring behind the two men, towards the door, as though hoping Jack would walk through it.
"Sorry, Ev..." Cody shook his head, as Ted watched him closely from the corner of his eye. "We haven't." he smiled forcefully at the blonde beside him, and Evan looked between them, eyebrow raised, before he shrugged and started to eat his muffin.
A shadow fell over the table, in the shape of Randy Orton, and he took the seat beside Evan. Cody smirked when the ravenette scooted away from the man- practically everyone seemed to be afraid of the Viper. He was a sweetie, really...well...not exactly a sweetie, but he wasn't as bad as everyone made out!
"Boys." Randy nodded at Priceless, earning twin smiles in return. He turned to the side, and smirked a little. "Bourne...get into anymore trouble, yet?"
Evan flushed- this man had...touched him! Sure, it was to help him, to make him presentable, but still...it unnerved him. "No." he answered curtly, his blush giving away his discomfort. He still didn't understand why Orton had helped him in the first place. "Thanks, again, though..."
The tan man rolled his eyes, as Ted and Cody watched on in puzzlement. "How many times are ya gonna thank me, exactly?" he grinned as Evan's blush deepened. "I wasn't gonna allow ya to be hurt, was I?" he drawled, before smiling a little menacingly. "Even I'm not that bad."
Cody snorted, and Randy shot him a glare, causing the youngest man to become interested in his hands. Ted smirked, shaking his head a little. Yeah, Randy even scared his own boys sometimes.
"So...what happened, then?" Cody frowned a little, not liking being out of the loop. Whatever it was, Randy was involved, so it was bound to be interesting. And the man was looking very pleased with himself.
Randy opened his mouth to answer, bit Evan beat him too it, with a flustered "Nothing!". Ted raised his eyebrows, and Cody's eyes narrowed at the two.
"It was nothing." Evan insisted, feeling all eyes on him- Randy's surprised, and the other two suspicious. "I just had a little too much to drink, and Randy stepped in to help me out." he smiled innocently, and Cody shrugged, looking a little disappointed that it wasn't some juicy gossip.
"How were you going to get hurt?" Ted rolled his eyes, obviously still a little suspicious. Evan cursed the intuitive blonde silently, and chewed his lower lip, looking down and trying to think of an excuse.
"Well, he could have gotten into all sorts of trouble. Being as drunk as he was." Evan looked up as Randy came to his rescue. Again. Why the hell did this guy keep helping him out of...situations?
"Didn't have you pegged as a heavy drinker..." Ted grinned at Evan in a way that told him he knew something was up, but he was just going to let it go. For his sake. Ted wasn't the kind who needed to know everything, anyway. Unlike Cody. That boy hated being left out.
"Well...that's me. Party animal all the way." Evan said weakly, smiling unenthusiastically, as his three companions fought to keep the laughter at bay. He blushed darkly, looking down at the table in front of him.
"Yeah. I've heard you and CM Punk are the life of every party." Randy smirked, and Ted laughed. Evan was the only one who noticed Cody flinch and shrink in his seat a little, at the mention of Phil.
The brunette turned to his Priceless partner. "Can we hit the gym now?" He flashed Ted his best smile.
The blonde frowned. "I thought we were doing it tonight, instead?" he smiled hopefully, but Cody shook his head hurriedly, averting his gaze.
"I'm...I'm going out tonight. Check out the bars in town..." he didn't need to look up to know that his best friend's face had just hardened. He hated doing this to him...but the memories were coming back again, and he needed to get rid of them.
"I wanted tonight be the two of us, Codes. We haven't had a night in for ages..." Ted knew his friend wouldn't be moved, and he sighed. "Fine. We can do it now. But we have to stay in one time...just us two. Be like old times." he stood, folding his arms across his chest.
"Bye, guys!" Cody stood too, smiling brightly at Evan and Randy, before the two left. Randy shook his head slightly.
"What?" Evan asked him, before realizing he was now alone at the table with the man...even if the rest of the cafeteria was packed, he still felt a little unsafe, all of a sudden. Randy Orton equaled trouble.
"DiBiase lets that kid get away with everything..." Randy frowned a little, then turned to the ravenette. "Why didn't you wan to tell them what went down Friday, anyway?"
Evan blushed furiously, fidgeting in his seat. "Well..." he nibbled on his lower lip endearingly. He didn't want to tell Randy the real reason- that he didn't want everyone to think he was weak- for fear he'd laugh at him. If everyone knew then they'd think he couldn't stand up for himself- the ultimate insult, considering his profession.
"I just don't think everyone need to know." Evan finished hurriedly. "I don't need everyone worrying about me. Jack does enough of that, already..." He looked around the emptying cafeteria, wondering where exactly the blonde had gotten too.
"Where is Swagger today?" Randy noted Evan's slightly frustrated expression. He was surprised that Jake had actually let Bourne out of his sight for once.
"Erm, just...y'know...around." the ravenette muttered vaguely. He hoped Randy would drop it- he hated to admit it, but he was scared of the older man. Not that anyone was going to find out. He took comfort in the fact that a lot of people feared the Legend Killer.
"You don't know where he is, then." it was a statement, not a question, and Evan winced inwardly as Randy chuckled lowly. The ravenette wasn't sure what was worse- staying here with Randy Orton, or going to find Jack and possibly bumping into somebody like Sheamus.
"I should probably get going. Jack's bound to be at the room, now..." Or so he hoped. His friend always made him feel safe. Evan was strong, and a good fighter, but the weight and height difference between him and most of the other men was a disadvantage to him, in some situations.
"Maybe I should help you." Randy tilted his head back, staring at the suddenly petrified looking Evan Bourne. "Considering Swagger's not here...I mean, Hunter could jump you or something..." he laughed.
Evan rolled his eyes, the words slipping out before he could stop them. "And how do I know that you're not gonna 'jump me'? That could be your plan, all along..." he winced, realizing what he was accusing the Randy Orton- of all people- of.
The man in question raised an eyebrow, eyes alight with amusement. "Damn, Bourne. You're good. You worked it out already..." there was complete sincerity in his voice, and Evan stiffened, before he realized the Missouri-native was laughing to himself.
"I'll be fine, anyway." The ravenette stood, embarrassed that he'd actually believed that was Randy's plan...because he was damn sure Randy had some sort of ulterior motive. Randy didn't just go around saving everyone from dodgy circumstances. "Bye, Orton."
"Bye...Evvy." Evan didn't have to turn around to know that the heavily tanned man was smirking. He closed his eyes for a moment, before walking off. Curse the day that Jack used that nickanme in front of Randy fucking Orton.
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"Shit!"Jack stared at the alarm clock beside his head in dismay. It was one-oh-freaking clock in the afternoon- how the hell had they slept that late?
"Mm?" John cracked one eyes open to see his younger lover sat upright on the bed, eyes wide. "What's the matter, baby?" he sat up, images of bad possibilities running through his head- had Evan been hurt again? He knew how much his Jack cared about the boy.
"It's one oh clock! What are we gonna do!?" the blonde panicked, chewing on his lower lip. "Evan's gonna be looking for me- what do I tell him? He's probably so worried...damn..." he ran a hand through his hair.
John frowned, slumping back onto the bed. "That's what you woke me up for?" he scrubbed a hand over his face, sighing. "Just tell him the truth...'M sure he won't mind." he yawned... he was seriously tired after last night.
Jack almost fell off the bed in shock, his eyes widened as he stared at his lover. "B-But John...I didn't think you wanted us to come out, yet." he cast his eyes downwards. He always thought John was ashamed of him, because he didn't seem to want anyone to know.
"It's not that I don't want, too. Don't you ever think that, ya hear me?" Cena's tone was slightly angry, and Jack nodded slowly, before John sighed again. "I'm just trying to protect you, baby. Some of those guys will just use this as a way to get to you...the 'Cena's bitch' comments will start...they'll say you're sleeping your way to the top. I don't want to see you getting hurt, Jack."
Jack gaped at him for a another moment, before he leaned down to brush his lips against the other man's. "I think I love you, John." he confessed quietly, his heart racing. They'd only been together for two months, and he didn't know if he was moving too fast, by saying that. "Sorry. That was...stupid. I didn't-"
He was silenced by lips moving against his, once again, and he relaxed, relieved that John wasn't rejecting his love, or throwing him out.
"That's okay, then. Cause I might just be falling for you." John grinned at him, breaking away, his dimples popping as he stared up at the blonde. All thoughts of sleep were gone now, and he sat up again.
"Don't just say that 'cause you feel you have too..." the younger muttered, doubts still playing across his mind.
"I'm not." John promised, rolling his eyes for a moment. When they'd started this thing, he hadn't realized just how much he'd feel for the guy. He was in deep now...and he didn't think they could go back from this.
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"Er- guys? I have something sorta important I need to tell you..." Jack looked around at the small gathering in the gym, which consisted of Evan, Ted, Cody and Randy, bar himself and John. All things considered, it appeared to be a rather odd group.
"Jackie!" Evan's face lit up when he saw his friend, ignoring the resulting chuckles at the use of the pet name. "I've been looking all over for you- where've ya been!?"
Jack chuckled nervously, scratching his head for a moment. "Well, that's kinda what I need to talk to you about, Ev. You see we- by that, I mean John and myself- well...we sorta, uh...y'see...."
"They're fucking!"Cody blurted out, unable to contain himself. His hands flew up to his mouth automatically, his eyes wide. There was a split second of silence before all hell erupted.
"Cody!" Ted roared, lunging for the young man, as he jumped up and looked for an exit, realizing he was in trouble. "What did I tell you!?"
"How the hell did he know?" John appeared to be dumbfounded, looking between Evan and Jack, who were staring at each other in shock.
"What!?" Evan finally managed to react, stepping down from the treadmill. "Jack- it's true?Why didn't you tell me, if you told Cody?" he whined, feeling let down. "I wouldn't have told!"
Randy was practically doubled over with laughter, as Cena glared at him. "You two-" he wheezed, gesturing between the man and Jack. "You're fucking? As in screwing, bonking, making hot love? You have got to be kidding!" he couldn't seem to control his laughter, and tears threatened to escape his eyes.
"Shut up, Orton." John scowled, curling his arm around Jack's waist- which only seemed to make Randy laugh more. "I mean it!"
Randy noticed John's fists clenching, and he managed to gain some sort of control over his laughter, letting out a few chuckles here and there.
"This wasn't how it was supposed to go..." Jack watched Ted chase Cody around the room, torn between amusement and disbelief. "I don't know how Cody found out, Evvy, honestly. As far as we knew nobody had seen anything..."
"I suppose it makes sense..." Randy was saying, keeping his distance from John in case the man felt the need to lash out at him. "The way you were looking after Bourne- it's cause you're screwing his best friend...."
Evan frowned a little, before nodding. "I did wonder why Cena was involved at all....not that I need looking after." he said bitterly, before turning to jack. "But you could have told me, Jackie! We're friends, right?"
"Of course we are...I didn't wanna be a hypocrite, Ev." the blonde mumbled, kicking his feet at the floor like a shamed child. "I'm always telling you not to trust any of these 'superstars', then I go an-"
"Shh, Jack." Evan smiled sweetly, pressing a finger to his friends lips, and causing Randy to feel a flash of an emotion he rarely had- jealousy. He couldn't explain why he felt it, and he frowned, before continuing to tease John. "So..."Evan lowered his voice, blushing. "What's he like? Y'know...in bed."
"Evan!" Jack's cornflower blues widened comically, a blush coming to his own cheeks. Evan was like a little innocent angel- to hear things like that coming out of his mouth was unnerving.
"What?" Evan grinned at his friends expression. "It's a harmless question...I'm curious! I mean, he is the Champ." he sounded awed now, and Jack laughed- even he couldn't believe he'd managed to snag the John Cena.
Evan and Jack watched as Cody tried to insist that 'he hadn't meant to say it' to an annoyed looking Ted, and Randy and John proceeded to try and wrestle each other to the ground, shouting insults the whole time.
"Well, this is fun." Evan rolled his eyes at the blonde. "Nice going, Jack."
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Ted watched as Cody ran around the room, trying on random shirts and contemplating his reflection in the mirror. "So...Jack really is sleeping with Cena, then."
"Told ya." Cody stuck his tongue out immaturely, before giggling. "And I think you mean Cena's fucking Jack. I mean, come on- John Cena subs to no man."
Ted wasn't sure whether to be disturbed or happy about the mental imaged now flooding his brain. There was no denying John and Jack's hotness, but- he shook his head hurriedly. "You are going out tonight, then?"
Cody could hear the sadness in his best friends voice- and it broke his heart. He didn't want Ted to hurt, like he was. That was just unfair. "Yeah...I am." he settled on his Grumpy hoodie- he didn't see the point in dressing up anymore, as going out was no rare occurance for him.
"Stay in tomorrow? For me?" there was a hint of desperation in the blonde's voice, now, but no real right. Like he'd given up hope. Good. Cody thought it was better that way- less painful for either of them.
"Fine." he allowed. He could just one night, for him. Especially if it meant seeing his Teddy smile again.
A knock on the door saved them, Ted calling for the person to come in, the door being un-locked already, and Randy entered. Cody took his chance to leave, feeling through the open door.
"I was going to ask you if you wanted to hit the town- but it seems Rhodes was one step ahead of me. As always." When it comes to drink, Randy added silently, staring at the now closed door.
"I-I don't really feel like going out..." Ted swallowed, looking away from Randy's piercing gaze. Sure, if he went out he could try and protect Cody, keep an eye on him- but it hurt too much, too see him latched onto somebody different every night. Somebody that wasn't him. It would never be him, and that fact hurt him every time. He'd known how much Cody mattered to him, when they were kids...and by the time he was seventeen he knew he loved him.
Randy glared at him, before sighing and dropping down into the seat beside him. "You haven't felt like going out for the past month. It'll do you some good. You're always stuck inside..." He wasn't great with expressing his feelings- but he was obviously worried about his boys. What with one of them drinking his way to an early death, and the other too upset to do anything because he couldn't stop it, there was no surprise Randy's protective instinct were kicking in.
"Drop it, man." The blonde instantly regretted it, even though he knew he was one of the few people who could talk like that to Randy Orton and get away with it. "Sorry." he winced, as the toned man narrowed his eyes at him.
"I understand that you're upset, but maybe you should vent it some other way...like in your match against Mark Henry and Yoshi tomorrow..." he said, keeping his tone light-hearted.
"I forgot 'bout that...another reason I can't go out." Ted sighed, rubbing a hand across his face.
The older man rolled his eyes. "It hasn't stopped Codes going out. And you know what he's going to be like in the morning." he added darkly.
"Yeah, I do. He's the same every morning." Ted snapped angrily, before he let out a groan. He was almost losing his temper a lot, these past few weeks. All of this was because of Cody, but he couldn't hate him for it. That was impossible for him, considering...
"Maybe...Maybe you should let this thing run it's course..." Randy said reluctantly. He didn't want to, but maybe it was the best way to go.
"No. I-I can't." The blonde shook his head fiercely. "I can't just sit back and do nothing!" He let out a shaky breath, ducking his head. When he lifted it again, his blue eyes were shining with unshed tears. "I love him, Rand."
The tan man looked at him for a moment, before nodding slowly. "Yeah...I do, too..." he started uncertainly. "You know you're both my boys, and I care for you, and I'm might not always be good at expressing it, but-"
"No. You don't understand." Ted cut him off. He needed to get this off his chest...and Randy was the obvious one to tell. He'd looked out for them all these years... "I love him, Rand. Always have, always will."
Randy's eyes widened, and he was surprised- something that he didn't usually feel. He was always so observant, working things out so that when they surfaced he wasn't shocked...but this...this he hadn't seen. "You mean-? Shit, Ted! Does...does he know?!"
Ted shot him a look. "What do you think? Nobody but you knows..." he dropped his face in his hands, feeling relieved he'd told someone...but knowing he couldn't act upon his feelings for Cody. He hadn't been able too all those years ago, he couldn't now.
"Maybe you should tell him..." Randy shrugged, over the initial shock of the confession. "I mean...if he knows why you care...I don't know. I just think if he knows how much you case, how much it's hurting you...he'll stop. You and I both know he's never wanted to hurt you."
"No." Ted shook his head, chewing his lower lip. "Whatever it is that happened...I don't think I can help him. H-He doesn't want my support. And maybe it'll scare him, if I tell him...y'know..."
"That you love him." Randy prompted, smirking now. He really should have seen it coming, thinking about it, it was blatantly obvious. The way Ted looked at Cody, the way he protected him in and out of the ring...why he was so upset about what Rhodes was doing to himself.
"Stop saying that." Ted growled, blushing a little. He realized Randy probably thought he was ashamed. "It's just someone could be at the door, or somethin'." It was unlikely, but he couldn't risk Cody finding out. If he was going too, then it'd be from his mouth- not someone who would twust things, or take the piss out of them.
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"Come on, you." Edge growled, glaring down at Cody, who cowered involuntarily. Even through the drunken mist, Cody knew not to mess with Adam Copeland, of all people- but unfortunately, that was exactly what he had managed to do tonight.
"Be nice, Addy!" Christian reprimanded him, placing his hand on his arm, hoping to calm him down a little. He shot Cody a tight smile. Even after what he'd done, Jay was still being nice to him. "He's just a kid."
"A stupid kid..." Adam was pouting, like a child. But at least he didn't seem so angry anymore. "He's lucky he's drunk. It's not entirely his fault this way..." he sighed, wrapping an arm around Jay's waist in an intimate movement that made Cody feel ashamed all over again. "Lets just get him back to DiBiase and Orton."
Jay pulled Cody to a standing position, supporting him as they walked down the hallway. Adam flexed his own arm around Jay in a protective manner, slightly jealous...not that anyone could blame him, after what Cody had done.
"Good. We're here." the tallest blonde knocked loudly on the hotel room door, after the five minute walk from the lift. Cody shuddered at the harsh knocks, as they grated on him and made his head thud painfully.
"Copeland?" a disheveled looking Ted opened the door, Randy just behind him. "What the hell- Codes?" he looked at the two blondes',-one a little angry, the other looking worried- and then to the shaking brunette.
"We brought your kid back. You need to teach him some lessons. How 'bout starting with 'Never/ Hit. On. My. Jay. Again." Adam emphasized each word with a punch to the wall, as Jay rushed over to calm him down yet again.
"Cody!? You did what!?" Ted roared, frightening the brunette, as he grabbed him. Cody must be out of his head, to try and bed the person who was with Adam fucking Copeland.
"'M sorry, Teddy." Cody whined, before turning to the two blonde's. "And 'M sorry, Mister Copeland." he hiccuped, pausing for a moment. "And Captain Charisma, sir. I didn't know. Never do it...again..."
Ted groaned, dropping his hand from Cody's arm. "Thanks, guys. I'm really sorry 'bout this. It won't happen again." he eyeballed the brunette, to make sure he was listening.
"It's fine. Really. He'll get over it." Jay rolled his eyes, gesturing at Adam, who sniffed. "But would you know where Jack is? Only Bourne's gotten himself into a bit of a state." He winced. "He's about as bad as your boy, and not stopping."
Randy pushed past Ted and Cody, angry now. "He what!?" Evan should know not to do that, what with all the perverted bastards who wouldn't hesitate to strike when he was at his weakest. "Where is he?"
Adam pushed off of the wall, eyes glinting. Despite his reputation, he wasn't one to see the younger men being taken advantage of. "I don't think that's a good idea, Orton." he obviously believed he had an ulterior motive- and he wasn't the only one, judging by the look on Ted's face.
"What do you take me for?" Randy was actually a little hurt that they thoughts he was that low. "Well, somebody needs to look after him...and Swagger's probably with damn Cena!" he ignored Ted's glares- reprimanding him for practically giving away a trusted secret- and turned to Cody, who was swaying on his feet. "Coddles..." he purred seductively, feeling bad when Ted twitched fractionally. But it was for a good cause. He'd forgive him. "Where were you and Evan last, tonight?"
"Mmm..." the brunette frowned heavily, as the thought, answering despite the protests from all around. "A bar in town...wass it called? Uh...Passion? Nah...that's a stupid name. Was P...P...Pulse!" he nodded frantically, pleased with himself.
"Good boy." Randy grinned, patting Cody on the head affectionately, before he left, racing down the corridor. He honestly didn't know why he cared so much about Bourne...but he did.
Ted gritted his teeth, pulling his boy to him. Randy had just flirted with Cody to get what he wanted- and he'd only just told him how he felt about his friend. "Well, see ya guys. Thank, again..." he waved his farewell to Adam and Jason, before shutting the door behind him and Cody. As soon as the door was closed, the brunette slid to the floor, sobbing.
"Coddles? What's wrong!?" Ted dropped to his knees beside the boy, alarmed at the sudden change in personality. It seemed Cody had been putting on a brave face for the company.
"Teddy..." the lithe man mumbled, head in his hands, as he cried. Ted slung his arm around his shoulder comfortingly, as Cody lifted his head. "Teddy...I need you to help me..."
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Randy searched the crowded nightclub for Evan, looking around at the bar and the grinding bodies on the dance floor. He knew Bourne wouldn't be hear alone- but whether that was a good thing, or a bad one...that was another question altogether.
He could see Zack Ryder and Curt Hawkins swaying to the music, and he pushed through the crowd to get to them. "Any of you two seen Bourne around here?"
"Evan?" Ryder asked, shouting over the pulsating music, to be heard. "Nah, man...We haven't."
"Actually, I'm pretty sure he was over at the bar, like, what...five minutes ago?" Curt cut in, shrugging, before they resumed their 'dancing'. Randy headed off in the general direction of the club's bar.
Surprisingly, it didn't take him long to find the high-flying superstar- he was downing some shorts, a few men leering at him from different directions. He seemed to notice Randy, and his face lit up. Hell, the kid must've been drunk. "Hey Randy! You seen Cody? We were havin' fun, an' he just left me..." he frowned, sounded utterly dismayed.
Randy rolled his eyes, wondering exactly what was in those shot glasses. "He's at home. Where you should be, right now- sleeping. Probably." Maybe Cody was throwing up, or having a temper tantrum. That wasn't the point, though. "Lets go. I think you've had quite enough..." he raised his eyebrow, as Evan actually complied, stumbling off the stool, and hanging onto his arm as they weaved in and out of people.
When they finally got outside, Randy managed to persuade a cab driver to take them home, despite the state Evan was in. Evan relaxed against the leather interior of the taxi, his head lolling against Randy's shoulder. "Randy?"
"Mmhmm?" the Missouri-native was exhausted now. He seemed to have become one of Bourne's babysitters- but he only had himself to blame, for becoming...attached to the kid.
"Kiss me?"
The request caught him completely off guard, and he stared down at Evan's baby face, in shock. Those baby blues staring up at him, in admiration..."You what?"
"Jus' a lil one?" Evan pushed his bottom lip out, his brow furrowing. "Pwease?" he looked up at him from under black spun lashes.
Randy groaned- the kid was offering himself up on a plate... and he was going to have to turn him down. He just couldn't take advantage of him. "Evan, really. I think you've had too much to drink." he said kindly, shaking his head in disbelief. "I want too. But if I did that's make me just as bad as the rest of 'em..."
Evan looked confused for a moment, before he shrugged, yawned, and then nodded, finally. "Next time?" he asked, hopefully.
"Next time..." Randy smirked in agreement. Though he seriously doubted that there would be a next time...The rest of the ride was taken in silence, Evan occasionally asking Randy the weirdest things...He was almost glad when they reached the hotel.
"Where's your room key, Ev?" Randy frowned, patting down the younger mans pockets, after paying the cab driver. He just wanted to get the boy home safely, now.
The ravenette frowned, mirroring him, before he smiled mischievously. "Hmm...'M not sure. Maybe...maybe you need to do a strip search?"
"Evan!" Randy's eyes widened considerably. He would never have thought Evan could be such a flirt. And a hell of a tease! Randy Orton was actually blushing. He slipped his hand into a pocket, grabbing the keys, and heading towards the lift.
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Ted picked Cody up bridal style, the brunette clinging to him like his life depended on it, his face buried in the blonde's neck. Ted swallowed at the close proximity, before he walked over to the bed, sitting down and trying to put Cody down beside him.
"No!" The brunette sobbed, tightening his grip on Ted, who cradled the boy to him quickly, his arms staying around him. "Teddy-"
"Sleep, baby-boy." The blonde closed his eyes. He could tell that Cody had broken down, that he needed him now.
"B-But Teddy! I-I need to tell you...I-I need...help me?" Cody babbled helplessly, hot tears running down his friends neck. His tears.
"We'll talk about it in the morning, baby. I promise." Ted swore, lying them both down, but keeping his hold on Cody. "I'll make it right." He felt Cody nod, his head moving down to rest on his chest. Ted savoured the moment, as he ran his fingers through the brunette hair, as Cody's breathing evened out, and the tears stopped. Safety. That was Cody's last drunken thought. Teddy and Randy...they'd look after him. He didn't need the alcohol, or the men...he had the best ones right there.
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There y'all go
I'm sorry if it's bad D:
It took me a while, but it's finally done.
Chapter title is I'm Not Okay (I Promise)- My Chemical Romance
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