A/N: OMG! John Cena and Randy Orton in the same ring together... it's been way, way too long! I love Centon!
Anyhow... hope you enjoy the chapter.
"Any trouble today?" Randy asked while blowing on his coffee.
"Just the usual," John shrugged. "It's almost normal for me now."
"To be honest, it pisses me off. This has always been an accepting college."
"It's the minority that isn't," John explained placing his hand over Randy's. "By trying to stop them it will only reaffirm their tactics are working."
Randy smirked at his comment but John could see something else in his eyes. It was blatant in fact. If anyone walked in, it was obvious something was going on between them.
"You've turned a corner with the situation," Randy said. "You've been very mature since you've arrived back."
"I guess having three people arrive at my door proved I have friends here who will support me," John shrugged. "If it were to turn to physical assault, then every member of staff will have my back."
"They would, and anyone of them wouldn't be doing it because you are a student, but because they've met you, and you don't deserve it."
"Thank you," John said. He wasn't sure what to say after a comment like that, with Randy having taken his hand in a romantic gesture. "What are your plans for tonight?"
"Marking, marking and more marking. I may put on music or the television in the background."
"Is the marking urgent?"
"Why?" Randy asked.
"I thought we could have that meal; I could book a table at whichever restaurant you fancy and then either catch a movie afterward or go back to yours spend time together see where it goes."
"John, take a breath," Randy chuckled. "As nice as it sounds. I'm not sure it's a good idea."
"Oh, okay, yeah I get it," John said grabbing his book bag.
"Don't get worked up."
"No, I'm not, I misread where we were that's all," John shrugged refusing to look at Randy. "I guess you moved on."
"It's not that. I haven't 'moved on', I have reservations. Listen, you head home for summer and it would be difficult to maintain a relationship over that distance when we're only just back together," Randy said hoping John understood.
"What if I stayed? I could get an apartment for the summer, get a job to pay for it," John said coming up with ideas. "Loads of people stay in the town where they're studying and only go back after they graduate."
"You wouldn't be able to afford the deposit on the apartment, and you'd end up living somewhere you wouldn't like, just to stay in Springfield."
"There's an alternative but that would push it," John said smiling.
"What?" Randy said with a groan.
"I could stay with you," John said ducking his head, nervous of Randy's reaction.
"I still haven't decided what I'm doing for the summer," Randy said. "Mom wants me to head to St Louis and spend time. I'm being offered additional hours over the summer here at the college. There are guys at the gym who want personal training sessions with me-"
"Okay, I get it, I'll just head back to West Newbury and get out your hair," John snapped.
"Don't get like that, just let me work out what I'm doing before we decide," Randy said trying to calm John.
"Fine."
"Fine," Randy said rolling his eyes.
"I should go," John said getting up and heading out. He loved Randy, it was irrational considering how they hadn't spent a huge period being boyfriends. He wished they could get a break and be together.
"John, John, wait up," Maven called behind him.
John tried to ignore him but Maven just kept calling after him. He snapped, spinning on his heels and facing Maven head on.
"What do you want to say today?" John barked. "Have a new name or barb to sling at me?"
"No. John, I've never uttered a word. It doesn't bother me you're gay."
"I'm sure you have," John said. "It's not something you forget."
"I said nothing. It was all Buff and the others."
John thought about it for a moment. Maven may have a point, but he wasn't sure, and he didn't want to let his guard down in case it turned out to be a practical joke.
"What do you want from me?"
"Nothing, I want to apologize. I should have stepped in and stopped them. We're friends. You being gay doesn't change that."
"Why should I believe you?" John asked turning away from him and heading out onto the campus green.
"Because I'm a jackass and a lecturer put me in my place."
"Who?" John asked spinning on the spot again almost colliding with Maven.
"My sports therapy lecturer. He caught me talking to someone about it and held me back."
John stormed off. He didn't want people changing their opinions because a tutor told them off. He wanted his friends to realize he was the same person. Just because he liked guys didn't mean he had changed.
"People make mistakes John," Maven called after him. "If you don't accept apologies you'll lose the high ground."
Maven was right, but he wasn't ready to acknowledge it. He deserved to have time to sulk. Give Maven time to prove it. If he wanted to be friends and accept John's sexuality, he needs to earn the right.
"Cena."
He jumped as heavy hands landed on his shoulders.
"How's your boyfriend?" Buff asked pushing passed him almost knocking him over.
"I keep telling you, Buff. I'm waiting for you to ask, 'Will you go out with me?'"
The next day
Cody hated himself; hated how his body responded to the person who he once loved and was still trying to. How had their relationship changed since?
"Ted, please," Cody begged, grabbing the edge of his desk as Ted thrust harder. He wished he could deny the pleasure from Ted getting him off.
"I love fucking you on your desk like a slut," Ted grunted in his ear.
Grateful that Ted wanted this above anything, Cody knew it meant the situation would excite him enough to be over early. Cody was no different from others and agreed to something he knew he was a stupid idea. He hated that he was bottoming to Ted. He hated that he wasn't standing up for himself. And Cody hated that he let Ted get away with having him in his office. More than anything, he hated how much Ted had changed.
Cody had caused it. He should never have sent Ted away to another college. He should have just finished the relationship.
But at least he wasn't the only one who was an idiot regarding teenage boys. Randy's relationship hadn't worked out since he'd seen Randy with a guy his own age.
Stupid thing was, he could have had someone to talk to about the situation if he hadn't been an ass the previous year. He'd isolated himself from his colleagues. They mentioned about nights out but having declined the offers at the start of the year they stopped inviting him.
"You with me Cody?" Ted grunted in his ear again.
"Yeah," Cody lied, hoping his lack of interest wasn't as obvious to Ted as it was to himself. Ted couldn't see he'd one soft.
"Any second now," Ted warned him.
"Ted, oh god," Cody moaned, pleased his faking skills had improved over the year.
"Cody, oh god, fuck, fuck, fuck," Ted cried out as he shot his load.
Cody pretended to cry out his own completion. He grabbed tissues from a nearby box and cleaned himself up as Ted pulled out and disposed of his condom.
Cody straightened himself and tucked himself back in his pants as Ted grabbed his bag before leaning in and kissing Cody.
"Got to go, thanks for the romp," Ted said smiling.
Cody never left after any session of sex, instead, he would stay and take care of his partner. However, it gave him a chance to grab the used condom from the trash. The last thing he needed was for the cleaners to find it and talk or report him.
A week later…
"I got you a coffee," John said with a smirk.
"So you should, it's your fault I'm so tired," Randy said through a yawn.
"You didn't have to stay up with me; I said it was an all-nighter," John laughed. "Though it was nice to have company. Someone as hot as you to rest my eyes on."
"Glad I could be eye candy," Randy said. "Get gone, I need to work."
"Fine," John said before stealing a kiss and bouncing along the way Randy had walked.
He took a sip from the coffee cup testing the temperature before taking a larger drink. As he turned the corner, heading to the trainer's room, he spotted the light on in Cody's office. Since Cody wasn't due in until later today he figured the cleaner had left the light on.
As he approached the door, he looked inside spotting Cody asleep at his desk. Confused he shook Cody's shoulder waking him up.
"Did you sleep here?" He asked once Cody's senses came back to him.
"I guess I fell asleep," he said not meeting Randy's eyes.
"Is it me or you clocking up a lot of hours at the moment," Randy commented. He couldn't help but notice the dark circles around Cody's eyes.
"I took on some classes which were more work than expected," Cody said shuffling through his paperwork.
"Okay, if you're okay," Randy said turning away from Cody and heading to the door. As he was about to leave, he remembered his promise to John. "Cody, listen, we've never agreed on anything, but if you want to talk about something…"
"Why would I come to you?" Cody snapped. "Like you said, we've never been friends."
"Fine; but the offer still stands," Randy said. "One thing I noticed... you didn't deny that anything was wrong."
"Just get out and stop pretending you're better than me. You've been messing around with that John Cena," Cody said. Randy held back his annoyance at Cody since it wasn't said loud enough for anyone nearby to hear.
"And I'm damn sure you're screwing the other guy; it wouldn't be hard to find out his name," Randy said trying to give as good as he got.
Randy thought he saw a look of shame on Cody's face.
"Cody," Randy tried again.
He shook his head without looking up. Randy stood there for a moment. When Cody looked up Randy saw his eyes moistened with tears. He didn't want to leave him vulnerable, but he didn't have the right words to say to support him.
He stepped out the room closing the door behind him to give Cody some time to get himself together.
No matter their differences he didn't like to see anyone in bad shape. He couldn't force Cody to talk. He had to wait for Cody to talk to him.
"Boy, if you are messaging him again, I will kick your ass," Dawn Marie said slamming her book closed.
"You caused it," John said smirking at her.
"How?"
"Of all the people to drive you to West Newbury, you got Randy," John commented trying to stay straight-faced to wind her up even more.
"Well, he'll be teaching now so stop it, he can't reply," she said barking orders at him.
He'd been hoping to get time with Dawn Marie for a little while but she'd been spending time with another guy she'd met. While she hadn't admitted it, John suspected they were dating.
"Can I run something by you," John asked.
"You never need to ask," she said resisting the clear urge to open her book and read again.
"If someone knows something that might change someone's opinion of another person, but they're a friend and don't want to see them hurt, what should they do?" John rambled before swigging at his drink.
"Who's the someone else?" Dawn Marie asked sitting up. John realized that she might consider it her and corrected himself.
"It's Torrie," he said in a rush.
"So, the 'someone' is Peter?"
John just nodded. More concerned that Torrie may get hurt by the information than what Peter had done to him.
"What are you aware of?"
"He was the one who spread the rumor across the college," John said with a flush of his face.
"Tell her."
"I don't want her to get hurt."
"It would be worse if you didn't tell her since she would hate you if she found out and you didn't tell her."
"she'll hate me if she ends up single because of me," John said.
"Oh come one, that girl won't be single long, she's got a queue of guys who want a piece of her," Dawn Marie joked.
John's phone buzzed again and Dawn Marie picked it up before him teasing him. If she opened the message, and it was from Randy, then they would both become embarrassed considering what he'd said to Randy in his last message.
John tried to grab the phone back but Dawn Marie was holding it away from him.
"Oh look, it's from him," she teased.
John tried again, but it was too late, she'd hit the read button.
"Oh, my god, gross," she said throwing the phone back at him.
He looked at the message and while he blushed, he also hardened in his pants.
Randy Orton: If we break the 'Not this side of summer' rule, I'm getting more than a blowjob, I'm getting your ass.
Three days later…
It was one of the longest weeks of his life and although he wanted to stay at work, he wasn't able to avoid Ted again.
He let himself in hoping Ted wasn't home yet
Cody walked to the kitchen, grabbed an iced tea, deciding whether to collapse in front of the TV, start the pile of marking he had or go to bed.
Cody sat at the kitchen table not able to decide. He sipped at his iced tea with his head swimming from exhaustion.
He dragged himself to the staircase standing there, wondering if he had the strength to walk up them.
As he stood there pondering there was a thump upstairs. It sounded like something has hit the wall. concerned that a cat or some other animal had got in his bedroom he climbed the stairs. As he got further up the noise sounded again.
When he reached the top of the stairs the noise was frequent and joined by familiar sounds.
Cody had realized what it was before his foot hit the top step but he needed to see it; to make it real. He approached the bedroom door hearing the thumping and groaning growing louder. When he saw Ted on his hands and knees with another guy behind him, his heart took the final blow and shattered.
He didn't recognize the guy, but it cut deep knowing Ted had let another guy fuck him when he'd denied Cody all year.
He turned on the spot and returned downstairs to the kitchen, collected his bag and left the house. not even sure where he was going.
The next day…
After checking out from the motel he'd stayed in, buying clothes to change into, and grabbing breakfast at a diner, Cody had driven for thirty minutes.
He realized he was in the general vicinity of Randy's house and made his way around. Randy may have plans if John were there, but he needed a place to go that wasn't home.
He pulled up on the roadside to Randy's house, Cody sat for a moment or two wondering if it were the right decision. With no other option, he grabbed his bag and made his way to Randy's porch and knocked on the door.
"Cody?" Randy asked shocked at seeing his colleague.
"Can I come in?"
"What are you doing here?"
"I... I need someplace to stay," he said. Randy checked over his shoulder as though debating whether to let him in. Cody realized John was there. "I won't cause trouble, I have nowhere else to go."
"Cody, I..."
"Randy, please; you said you would be there if I needed to talk."
"And you told me where to go," Randy reminded him. "Whatever you have going on, I'm sorry, if you want to talk then we go grab a drink someplace, but I'm not letting you in my home."
"No, it's fine," Cody said turning and walking away. He had nothing left in his life. His boyfriend was cheating on him, using him for a place to stay. He hated going home, and all his family was across the country. Cody couldn't even say he had friends here.
He hopped back in his car, seeing Randy still stood watching him from his porch. He had nothing going for him. Just a pile of papers for marking.
As soon as he closed the door, John was on him about supporting Cody.
"You promised you'd talk to him," John snapped.
"I did, numerous times," Randy explained.
"Sounds like it."
"He told me where to go, John," Randy argued. "What am I supposed to tie him down until he talks?"
"I'm being serious, something is wrong."
"John, please. I saw how broken he looked," Randy said pulling out his cell phone and calling Cody. he put it on speaker when it hit voicemail. Randy hung up before trying again getting the same outcome.
"Can you promise me, again, that you will talk to him," John said concerned.
"I promise," Randy said slipping his arms around John. "Meanwhile, can we continue watching the football and making out?"
He kissed John on the lips then moved down to his neck, raking his teeth across the skin before kissing the area.
"Just remember you have a not until September rule," John moaned out when Randy's fingers slide under the waistband of his jeans.
"I remember, doesn't mean I can't try to make you cum from kissing."
Randy pushed him back toward the living room.
"Where are you planning on kissing me?" John asked.
"You'll see."
The next evening…
"I'm so sick of this," Torrie grumbled. "If you don't want to hangout, go home to your boyfriend."
"What do you mean?" John asked confused.
"You're sat there looking like you don't want to be here," she explained. "I could have stayed on campus alone with Peter, but I chose to spend time with my friends. So far, Dawn Marie is off flirting with some guy she knows and you're sat here not even making conversation."
"I'm sorry," he said. "I want to be here with you."
It wasn't a lie. He wanted to spend time with the Torrie and Dawn Marie. It would be nicer if Randy were there, but he wouldn't complain in given company. While he could trust Torrie and Dawn Marie to keep quiet about his relationship, he by no stretch of the imagination could trust Peter.
"Then what's the matter and why aren't you talking?" she asked.
"Nothing is the matter," John complained getting sick of the questioning. How could he make conversation when she was sucking face with Peter. It was disgusting to watch. Why couldn't she pick a good-looking guy, at least that way he could stand to catch sight of it then?
He checked his phone, hoping Randy would have messaged him but he was out with his friends, at a gay bar. There were lots of other men, flirting with him, asking him for a dance, rubbing themselves against him, just like he would be. John shook the image and ideas from his head. They may not be getting physical until after the summer but Randy was his.
"So, who are you dating?"
John's head shot up shocked at who had been asking him. Peter?
"Why do you care?"
"John!" Torrie complained at him.
"I was just making conversation," Peter said putting his hands up in surrender.
"Yeah, right," John mumbled. He pushed his chair back as much as he could with the number of bodies packed in the bar. "I need air. I'm walking back to campus; can you make sure Dawn Marie gets back okay?"
John made his way through the bar. He would not make it far considering Torrie was following, shooting death rays into his back. He made eye contact with Dawn Marie and waved goodbye. As he passed he fleetingly saw the concern in her eyes before she moved them to Torrie behind.
As soon as he was outside, Torrie was on him and spinning him around getting in his face.
"What the hell is your problem? Peter was making conversation with you and you snapped," she yelled.
"I'm not getting into anything here," John said trying to remain calm. "We can go for coffee tomorrow and talk."
"Don't even think you will get out of it," she complained. "Not what is going on between you?"
John took a deep breath and locked eyes with Dawn Marie looking for guidance and support. She shrugged, it was down to him. She'd advised he should talk to Torrie.
"Ask him, he knows," John said trying to avoid saying it himself.
Torrie turned to look at Peter with a questioning glance.
"I do not understand what's he's going on about," Peter shrugged.
"You're fucking kidding me," John griped getting angry. "You made my life a living hell."
"What are you on about?" Torrie snapped. "He has done nothing."
"Peter has done nothing," John laughed. "Who do you think outed me to the whole college before I was ready?"
There he'd said it. He told her the truth. Her boyfriend was a scumbag, and she deserved to be with someone better than him and John was glad she found out.
Torrie turned to Peter before twisting back to John, "He wouldn't do that."
"I do not understand what he's talking about," Peter said behind Torrie. "The rumor was doing the rounds, but I told no one, Torrie confirmed when I asked. But I haven't passed it on to anyone."
"Dawn Marie, will you tell her," John pleaded.
"I…"
"Dawn Marie?" Torrie spun to look at the girl standing back from the group.
"John told me it was Peter, that someone told John that Peter told them."
"Torrie, its lies. I don't care one way or the other if John is gay or straight just that he's not after you."
Torrie stood there, looking back and forth between her friends and her boyfriend, trying to find the truth of what happened.
"Peter, let's go," she said folding her arms and pushing passed John.
When Peter brushed passed him, smiling, John lunged for him but Dawn Marie ran over and grabbed John before he could get hold of Peter.
"Come on," she said to him. "Buy me a drink then we can head back to campus. Give them chance to get back first."
The next day
"Guess I ain't gun be batting up later," the southern lad said as Randy finished strapping the ankle.
"No Siree," Randy commented. He looked up when he saw someone enter. An instant later he looked back over at the man entering realizing who it was.
"Mr. Orton, Sir," the athlete said getting his attention again. "Am I able to go, Sir?"
"Yes, sorry, got distracted," he said. "No baseball. Go speak to your coach; I'll be catching up with him."
"Yes, sir," the athlete said, leaving the treatment room.
Randy turned away from the athlete and moved over to the coffee station set up for staff.
"Shall we talk about this weekend?" Randy asked the ragged looking Cody.
"What's to talk about?" Cody asked.
"Cody, you were at my house, asking to stay over," Randy stated. "What is going on with you?"
"Nothing," Cody snapped.
"Right; that's why you look like crap. When did you last shave?"
Randy made himself a coffee and left him to it. How many times can he offer and have it thrown back in his face? If he had an issue, Cody needed to man up and talk to someone or move on.
He was making his way through the room when he spotted John stood outside the training room. His heart leapt at the sight of him but it also reminded him of the promise he made to John. John opened the door and showed him a bag from the coffee house on campus and Randy hoped it would be a Danish pastry for him. He told John he would be two minutes and turned back to Cody to give it one more shot.
Cody looked tearful and hadn't made himself a coffee despite being there longer than Randy.
"At least let me take your class," Randy said trying once again to get Cody to talk.
"I've been working all day and you haven't worried, why now?" Cody snapped at him again.
"I haven't seen you all day, you haven't shaved and don't look like you've got much sleep if any," Randy stated. "You should take me up on my offer and head home."
"I don't need your help or advice. I felt weak at the weekend, nothing worth being concerned over."
"Whatever, but if I'm noticing, the boss man is," Randy said.
"I need to keep busy," Cody mumbled letting his guard down. He smirked shaking his head. "Better not keep your boy waiting any longer."
Randy checked on John before turning back to Cody, "Drink this. It'll help you stay awake a little longer."
There was nothing further he could do without Cody asking for help. Randy greeted John with a quick kiss on the lips.
"Why are you here?" he asked smiling but wary that students were hanging about.
"Needed a break from study," John commented hooking a finger into the belt of Randy's pants.
"Did you have a good night?"
"No, but we can talk about it another time," John said not wanting to think about his argument with Torrie. "Oh, I got a pastry for you. Any luck with him?"
"No, but I promised to try to I'll keep trying," Randy said with a tired smirk. "Am I seeing you tonight?"
"Not sure yet, depends on how the studying goes," John said moving him closer. "We'll be talking either way."
"Yeah, right before I go to bed?"
"Does it break the 'Not this side of summer' rule if we have phone sex?" John asked moving in close to Randy's body.
"Oh, my god, you are killing me with those comments," he said laughing stepping back when voices traveled down the corridor. "Later."
Randy winked before taking a deep breath and heading back into the training room to enjoy his pastry.
Four days later…
"Mm, Mr. Orton, Sir," John moaned as Randy bit his neck. "I should head back."
"Five more minutes," Randy pulling back and dragging John so he was straddling his hips. It was far from a romantic spot for them to be making out but the old storeroom held fond memories for both.
"I have a history class," John said adjusting himself getting more comfortable on top of Randy.
"Yeah, but you're comfy," Randy said trying to coerce the man on top of him.
"I have class, and you have work," John said smiling at Randy's playfulness. "And you're not supposed to be breaking until noon."
"By which point you will be studying and won't surface for hours."
"Yeah, but I promise I will be over yours tonight, and I can stay all weekend," John said rolling his hips. "Imagine the number of times we won't be having sex."
"I have never dry humped someone so much in my life," Randy said laughing. "All right, I guess I can let you go."
John climbed off him and helped pull him up from the mats, grabbing his bag and heading for the door to the corridor. Randy checked to make sure the coast was clear, and they walked out, his hand lingering on John's lower back, itching to slip lower and grab his ass.
"See you tonight," Randy murmured as John headed for the main doors and he made his way to the trainer's room.
He passed the bottom of the stairs which lead to one of the lecture rooms in the building and looked up at the level of noise coming from up there. It was a quiet area but now and then a tutor liked to spice things up and get the class active in a dry subject matter.
He continued towards the trainer's room not thinking anything more of the noise until someone called for Mr. Runnels. Randy turned and marched upstairs. As he reached the room, he flew into action as he saw a crowd gathered at the front of the room and several scared faces still sat in their seats.
"What's happening?" he asked the students.
"Mr. Runnels collapsed," a student said with tearful eyes.
Randy looked around to see if he spotted any familiar faces, landing on an athlete, "Dean, head to the trainer's room, find one another member of staff."
He turned his attention back to Cody and checked his vitals before putting him into the recovery position. He grabbed his phone and dialed 911.
"I need an ambulance; my colleague has collapsed," Randy stated answering the questions regarding their location and questions they posed.
He saw his boss arrive who dismissed the class and told them they would receive an email about an additional class and an update on Cody's condition.
"I told him I didn't want him taking on the additional shifts," their boss grumbled kneeling next to Randy and Cody who was still unconscious.
"He has stuff going on in his private life, I'm not sure what it is," Randy commented. He wished Cody had spoken to him when he offered and regretted turning him away the previous weekend.
Randy slowed down as he entered Cody's street, having never been to his house he needed to pay attention to the numbers.
Whether Cody would appreciate it or not, Randy wasn't sure, but he was getting him some fresh clothes for when he left the hospital. Something was going on in Cody's personal life, and he suspected it had something to do with the student he'd seen hanging around Cody most of the year. What changed in Cody's life to make him a shell of who he was?
He found the house and pulled up alongside grabbing Cody's keys from the passenger seat. Now he needed to work out which one was the house key.
It didn't take him long and as he entered the house and heard the answer to his unspoken question.
"Oh, fuck," a man cried.
"Just great," Randy mumbled under his breath following the sounds toward the kitchen. When he entered the kitchen, he got an eyeful of two guys he would never wish to see naked and fucking. "Jesus Christ, you two look awful together."
Randy didn't even think about how they looked but he messed with the guy that had Cody in the state he was and he was taking full advantage.
"Ted, what the-" the guy complained pulling his pants up from his ankles and covering himself. Randy said nothing, but he was sure he recognized the guy as a senior at the college. And if Randy recognized him it was because he'd been in the Athletic Health Care Facility and was likely to have met Cody.
Randy stayed where he was, pissed off on behalf of his friend. He didn't want to see what was going down, neither guy was attractive, but he wasn't about to let them become comfortable in another man's home.
The senior student disappeared out passed Randy, "See you at college." God, didn't he love messing with people? Ted, however, was still getting his clothes together making no concerns that Randy had caught him fucking around with another guy.
"While you've been fucking around in the kitchen," Randy said following him through to the living room. "I have been taking care of Cody, having him rushed to the hospital."
That made Ted react, but only in the slightest, "Did he ask for me?"
"No, I thought I would get him some fresh clothes," Randy confirmed making his way up the stairs to find Cody's wardrobe. Instead, he found the converted room. "You have a walk-in closet, Cody?" he asked the air.
Randy chuckled to himself wondering why he was even surprised that Cody had a bedroom converted to a closet.
Footsteps came up the stairs as he tried to find something suitable for Cody to wear out of the hospital.
"Do you care how he is?" Randy asked without turning to Ted.
"What happened?"
"He collapsed during a lecture," Randy said as he found a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Randy cared about his own appearance and Cody was worse than him. He second guessed himself on the combination and switched to jeans and located a pair of loafers to go with it.
"Is he okay?"
"No," Randy replied. "I've worried about him for a few weeks, I guess you're why he's let his appearance slide. I've never once known him to have facial hair and now he's got a permanent five o'clock shadow."
"Yeah, I meant his health."
"As did I," Randy said pushing passed Ted on the way out the closet. "It's a shame you can't tell the difference." He stopped at the top of the stairs not knowing if what he was doing would be appreciated by Cody.
"Do you a ride to the hospital with me?" When he didn't receive an immediate response, he made his way downstairs, out the door and was opening the door to his car when Ted caught up with him. "If Cody tells you to leave, you leave. If you try to stay, I make you leave."
The next day…
Please leave a message after the tone.
"Hey John, sorry for last night, I picked up Cody's marking and I've been up all night completing it," he said trying to hold back a yawn. "Anyway, I'm just about to go to Cody's room and see him so I'll call you back afterward see if you're available to talk. Oh, and one last thing; Happy birthday gorgeous."
Randy couldn't help but smirk knowing he would put a smile on John's face with the sentiment. The smirk fell from his face when he walked into Cody's room and landed eyes on Ted. He pushed the anger aside and turned his attention to Cody who sat up in bed.
"How are you?"
"Better," Cody said. "Thanks for everything."
"You got a good friend, babe," Ted said not hiding his smarminess well. "Stopped by the house to pick you up some clothes told me what happened."
Cody blushed a little and Randy suspected Cody knew of Ted's dalliances.
"Why don't I give you guys a few minutes," Ted suggested leaving Cody and Randy alone in the room.
"You okay?" Randy asked pulling the seat up alongside Cody's bed.
"Better than I was," Cody replied. "Doctor put me on an IV to get my fluids back up and he's hinted I should see a nutritionist. I think he thinks I have an eating disorder or something."
"Do you?" Randy asked.
"No. I'm eating plenty and not trying to make myself throw it back up again," Cody said rolling his eyes. "I haven't been sleeping, though."
"That's my next concern, where are you living? And don't pretend that you've been at the house with him."
Cody took a deep breath and kept his eyes focused on his hands in his lap.
"Motels, if I had loads of marking I would sleep in my office."
"I'm sorry about the previous week," Randy said guiltier than ever.
"You had John to protect… and your career," Cody shrugged.
"Anyway," Randy said wanting to move away from John. Cody would say nothing but he didn't need people finding out about his relationship with John. He hadn't told his parents who he was dating. "Boss has split your classes amongst the rest of us. I've got your Pathology of Medical Conditions and Disabilities and Emergency Medical Response since I've got the lab it made sense."
"You able to take two additional classes?" Cody asked concerned.
"I've dropped a few hours in the training center, the boss is trying to find someone to help out in the meantime. We've made plans to cover your exams as well so if you aren't up to it and you need some time, take it," Randy commented.
"What about the class yesterday, we haven't covered what they need for their exam," Cody worried.
"I have your lesson plans and taught the subject, it's fine, I've already emailed the students to say there will be an additional class on Monday evening."
"Okay, if you need anything from my office-"
"The janitors will let me in your office. Cody, relax, please," Randy said not wanting to see his colleague stressing. "Just concentrate on getting healthy."
Randy checked his watch and suspected Ted would be back any minute and Randy didn't want to be there when he returned.
"I've got to go, but if you need anything, call me at the house or on my cell phone, okay?"
"Yeah, okay," Cody said. "Thanks."
Randy got up and left Cody to his thoughts for the few moments it would be until Ted's return. As it was as he left the room Ted exited the lift and just smirked at him. The guy had no clue about Randy's hidden temper and he was hitting all the wrong buttons today. As he reached the guy Randy grabbed his shirt in his fists and pushed him into the wall.
"Cody doesn't need an asshole like you in his life. Before he leaves this hospital, get your ass out of his house," Randy threatened.
"And if I don't?"
"I have a darkness people aren't aware of; don't push me or you'll find out what I can be like."
"Do you have plans with Randy later?" Dawn Marie asked.
"Not sure, I hope so," John said smiling. "He's visiting a colleague in the hospital who was ill yesterday."
"Mr. Runnels, wasn't it?"
John nodded in acknowledgement before taking a sip of his coffee. He'd been up early taking calls from his family, wishing him a happy birthday. The effects of a late study night and early morning phone calls were taking their toll.
He missed the one person he wanted to speak to but when he listened to the message, he couldn't help but smile at the ending sentiment left by Randy. He loved being called gorgeous by his boyfriend.
"I don't want to put a dampener on your day but Torrie and Peter are up ahead of us," Dawn Marie pointed out.
"Great."
"Come on, we need to sort this out, Torrie won't even take my calls," Dawn Marie said.
"Fine, but I don't want an argument on my birthday," John said.
"Okay, I promise I will step in if an argument starts."
Dawn Marie led the way over to where she'd spotted Torrie and Peter hoping to keep things civil.
"Torrie, can we have a moment," Dawn Marie asked.
At first, Torrie didn't reply but John had seen the slump in her shoulders so it was obvious she had heard Dawn Marie.
"Torrie, please," Dawn Marie said. "We want to sort things out."
"Why should I?" Torrie snapped spinning on the spot to get in Dawn Marie's face. "John has been looking for someone to blame since being outed, but it wasn't Peter. And I won't let him take the fall for John's insecurities."
"I didn't lie. And I'm not insecure, I'm out and I'm proud," John said loud enough that anyone nearby would hear him. He even got a supportive slap on his shoulder from a passer-by giving him thumbs up, not to mention a quick once over and wink to go with it. He turned his attention back to his friends. "Peter told everyone, and I have proof. A guy who was giving me a hard time told me-"
"Stop it, I don't want to hear it," she complained turning away from them again and going over to where Peter was looking at a stall.
"Come on," John said pulling an annoyed Dawn Marie with him. There was no point hitting his head against a brick wall and that's what was happening with Torrie. "Let's enjoy the afternoon before I get to enjoy an evening with Randy."
"Are we breaking the-"
"Yes, now shut up and let me get in those pants," Randy said, his hand's groping John's crotch and grabbing at his pants.
It was clear Randy's body had reacted when John had arrived and he was wearing a tight pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Randy needed a full release as much as John did. John was more than willing to let Randy take what he needed. John couldn't think of a better present than Randy Orton.
Randy shoved John down onto the bed and John crawled further up the bed as Randy chased him up trying to get his pants off. Randy just smirked and John knew he was right where Randy wanted him. He crept up the bed moving over John so their lips were damn near touching. He could feel John looking at his lips, wishing to close the distance.
"All your constant teasing," he said pulling off John's sneakers and socks before going for the belt around his waist before removing the jeans, revealing his commando state. "It's getting me hot and bothered."
"You start it most of the time," John pointed out with a smile. "You get both of us in a state we end up cumming in our underwear."
"Yeah, and that's something I haven't done since I was younger than you," Randy said stripping himself of his clothes. He let John get a good view of his body. "I didn't even get in this state last year when we weren't fucking."
"Are you serious?" John asked breathlessly from the ideas going through his mind.
"I jerked off a few times," Randy said moving back onto the bed. He reached out and cupped John's package, kissing him. "I bet you jerked more than me, right?"
"Jackass; I didn't let myself," John said playing slapping Randy's chest as he felt his warm hand wrap around his shaft in a tight grip.
"Mm, I remember the first time I got to do it to you," Randy said with a smile. "That was hot watching you cum because of me."
Randy stroked him until John was a rock, loving the feel of his cock growing harder in his hand. John's relished the euphoric feelings working their way into his system. Randy knew he had talents, stroking a guy was one of them. Sucking him off another, but that could wait until later. He reached over to the nightstand and pulled out his tube of lube, squeezing some onto his hand, applying it to his cock.
John's eyes opened wider as he watched Randy's actions, it had been a while and he knew he would need some stretching first. He loved the feel of Randy's cock in him, filling him, but he needed Randy to prepare him.
"Relax," Randy whispered, moving his fingers to John's opening. Circling his finger around the bud, Randy teased John, pressing against him but pulling back. When John moaned from his ministrations, Randy pressed a finger in, kissing John and capturing his moans, as he stretched his lover. His own cock hard from the thought of being inside John. He pressed another finger in and fingered his ass faster, stretching his opening to get him ready.
"Randy, can I…" John asked before losing his nerve.
"What?" Randy asked, stopping his movements.
"Can I be on top?"
"You want to ride, huh," he said smiling. "Anything for the birthday boy."
Randy pulled John over him and handed him a condom to slide on him. John rolled the condom down Randy's hard cock before lining up and lowering himself on the shaft, "Oh god yes."
"Feel good? Cause I know I love it."
"I've missed it," John breathed before crying out as Randy flexed his hips. "Please."
"You want me to take control? I thought you wanted to ride?" Randy asked teasing his lover.
"Fuck me, please," John begged.
"Don't beg, because I have so much built up sexual frustration I can fuck you till the sun comes up," Randy told him. He was being cruder than ever with John but he couldn't help it and John didn't seem to mind.
"The sun hasn't gone down yet, you idiot," John laughed, getting a slap on his ass for his comment.
"I meant tomorrow morning, or do you need to go back to high school to learn that," Randy asked.
"Oh shit," John moaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as Randy flexed his hips again. "I'm not going anywhere until you fuck me."
"You're on top, ride my cock hard." Randy rested his hands-on John's hips as he rode his thick shaft.
There was no better way to celebrate John's birthday than John taking a ride and Randy was making it the ride of his life. He could watch John bounce on his cock for hours and just thrust into him and give the younger man what he wanted and making them both climax.
"Harder," John demanded hitting Randy's chest with his hands.
Randy gripped his hips harder and thrust into John's prostate with every stroke wondering how much longer he could last. Not wanting to cum before John.
"Oh fuck, oh God… damn it, why couldn't we be doing this for the last month."
"It wasn't your birthday," Randy said with a hard thrust.
"Asshole," John muttered.
"Yeah, you have a nice tight ass," he groaned. "I know I enjoy fucking it, are you close yet?"
"I've been fucking close for five fucking minutes, just trying to hold the fuck on," John moaned.
"Just lose it already," Randy ordered him frustrated from holding off his orgasm.
John didn't need telling twice, grabbing hold of his cock, stroking himself to completion. Randy doubled his efforts and within moments John was crying Randy's name as he shot himself over his stomach before collapsing against Randy who wrapped his arms around him.
After catching his breath, John rose from Randy's still rock hard cock and slid down until he could take him into his mouth. With just a few short sucks and flick of his tongue over the head, Randy was losing it.
"Oh fuck… I'm going to cum… swallow it down," Randy cried, ordering John to taste him.
John felt his cock twitch at the demands, something about Randy demanding him, turned him on and he hoped he could hear it again. John would do anything Randy requested. Swallowing around the cum flooding into his mouth as Randy drove his cock down his throat, John knew he had lost all control to Randy.
"Fuck," Randy moaned as John kissed his way up his body. Randy could feel John's cock twitching against him, already coming back to life. "Tell your cock to behave, I need time to recover."
"It's got a mind of its own, sorry," John said laughing as he rolled onto his back and rested his head against Randy's chest.
Randy's arm snaked around John's body and pulled him close, "What do you want to do for food tonight?"
"Take out is fine," John murmured feeling tired. "We can eat it and then have another round of hot naked sex."
Randy smirked behind John, "Anything for the birthday boy."
Six days later…
"Are you sure you don't need food from the shop?"
"Yeah," Cody said as Randy drove down his street.
Randy left him to his thoughts since he had his own concerns. He wanted to stop by the house first to check Ted wasn't there. Cody would get his equilibrium if Ted were out of his life. While Cody may not appreciate his interference, Randy still felt he'd done the right thing by threatening Ted.
He pulled alongside the house and Cody sat there looking at the building.
"You okay?" Randy asked though he didn't think Cody even heard him. "Cody."
"Hm, yeah, I'm fine. Glad to be home," he said with a forced smile.
Randy grabbed his bag from the backseat as Cody made his way to the house, pulling out his keys to let them in.
Randy held his breath as they entered, panicking that his threat to Ted would backfire. He could see Cody tense as he checked the ground floor of the house. When he came full circle and ended up at the bottom of his stairs, he stood for a moment before sighing.
"Why don't you go lie down. I can get you a drink and something to eat," Randy suggested and Cody shook his head.
"I've been in bed for a week, I'd rather stay downstairs," he said even as he made his way up them.
"Cody?"
"I want to change into something comfortable."
"Okay," Randy said heading through to the kitchen and trying to find something in date he could make for Cody. All he found was soup.
Five minutes later, Cody was back downstairs and curled up in the corner of the sofa flicking through the television to find something to watch.
"You need to get food in," Randy said as he passed over the warmed-up soup.
"Okay," Cody replied as he stirred the soup. "I'll order online and get a delivery."
Randy took a seat not knowing how to talk with Cody. They had never been friends and if it weren't for their relationships with John and Ted, they still wouldn't be friends.
"I know Ted was sleeping around," Cody said without warning.
"I don't kn-"
"Yes, you do. You found him here with someone when you picked up my clothes."
"Why were you still with him?"
"History I guess," Cody shrugged. "We had been together two years ago, but I knew I shouldn't get involved with him so I persuaded him to go to college someplace else."
"But he came back," Randy said confused.
"I knew he had changed when we were together over the summer break, but I missed him last year," Cody admitted. "To have him back, to get a second chance, I overlooked the flaws that were showing."
"He wasn't like this when you were together before?"
"No, he was a kind, caring man, a little naïve," Cody explained.
"What changed him?"
"Either something happened in the year we were apart or it was what I did to him," Cody said letting tears fall from his eyes.
"I'm sorry," Randy said not knowing what else to say to him.
Meanwhile…
"Are we okay to be here?" Maven asked as Dawn led him down the corridor.
"Are we here to play pranks?"
"I do not understand why you made me drive here," Maven complained turning his head to check out a hot chick who was heading to class or the library. "Hey."
"Hi," the girl responded with a chuckle, liking the look of him. He turned back from Dawn Marie catching up with the girl. "So, what's my odds on getting your number?"
The girl just giggled at him as he continued to walk alongside her, "It depends," she said.
"On what?"
"What you're doing tonight?"
"Oh honey, I am all yours," he said rubbing his hand over his chest.
"MAVEN. Get your dumb ass over here," Dawn Marie hollered down the hall at him.
"Or not," the girl said resuming her course.
"Oh, no, she ain't my girl," Maven said. "I'm here to…, I do not understand why I'm here."
"Maven," Dawn Marie called again, whistling straight after. "Maven, here boy."
"Please, can I get your number," he said with Dawn Marie still calling him like a dog.
"Nice to meet, Maven," the girl said heading downstairs and leaving him behind.
He turned back toward Dawn Marie glaring at her as she stood with her arms folded, tapping her foot.
"I was this close," Maven complained falling in line with Dawn Marie.
"And you live in a different town."
"Works for Peter, don't he date a girl from another college," Maven commented.
"Exactly who we are here to see," Dawn Marie said stopping in front of a dorm room and knocking.
"Peter?" Maven asked confused as the door opened.
"Torrie, can we come in," Dawn Marie said ignoring Maven's question.
Torrie looked pissed off but stood aside to let Dawn Marie in the room. Maven went to follow but Torrie stopped him checking with Dawn Marie who he was.
"He's with me," Dawn Marie said and Torrie stepped back to let him enter.
"What happened to-"
"Oh, gross, no, I'm not with him," Dawn Marie said seeing what Torrie thought.
"So why is he here?"
Maven just stayed just inside the door not sure why Dawn Marie had insisted he drove her across the state to see Peter's girlfriend.
"I need you to listen to him," Dawn Marie stated.
"What?"
"Torrie, this is Maven," Dawn Marie said as though Torrie should know who he was. When she got a blank look, she continued. "Someone Peter told-"
"Oh, come on, you've dragged some random guy off the street to tell me that my boyfriend outed my friend. It's pathetic. Why is my happiness so wrong with you and John?" Torrie said turning her back on Dawn Marie.
"I'm not a random guy," Maven muttered to himself getting an annoyed look from Dawn Marie and Torrie just looked at him like he was pathetic.
"Maven, will you tell her?"
"About?" Maven asked confused.
"You're in college and you can't follow a simple conversation," Dawn Marie snapped at him.
"Between you two, nah, I can't," Maven defended himself.
"Tell her how you found out that John was gay."
"Peter told me and Buff when he got back to campus," he said like it wasn't a big deal. "Said something about seeing John making out with a dude. I thought you were the one dating John."
"We both did," Dawn Marie said confusing Maven even more.
"Wait, what? I thought John was gay."
"Where did you find him?" Torrie asked trying not to laugh at him. "John is gay. I dated him last year before he realized. Dawn Marie dated him this year, so no one suspected."
"But in fact, he was dating this dude Peter saw him with?"
"There's been two guys. He was seeing someone while dating Dawn Marie, they broke up, he was seeing another guy when SOMEONE saw and outed him," Torrie said without looking away from Dawn Marie. "In the long run, he's happier now it has happened. Although he shouldn't have lost control over how to tell people."
"Oh, it was Peter, he came into the common room kind of excited. All bouncy and shit and said he'd seen John making out with some dude."
"It wasn't Peter."
"Girl, I live in the same building as the dude, it was Peter."
"Maybe he passed it on from someone else-"
"No. He said he'd just seen John at some coffee shop making out," Maven explained.
"He wouldn't."
"He would, he's gay."
Torrie looked confused and then shook her head at him, "Not John making out with someone, you idiot. I mean Peter telling people."
"Is this why you insisted I drove because she's in denial and needed someone to insult?" Maven complained. "I could have been studying. We have got finals coming up."
A/N: Okay, let me know what you think. Getting reviews spurs me on to keep working :)
