Author's Note

Whew! My computer's been fried for two days now, I finally got it going today (yahoo!)

Well, here you are and I hope you enjoy it, and just in case you were affraid I'd forget:

I don't own the WWE and I wish you nothing but the best!


Ted leaned forward as though to kiss him, a clear danger sign to Cody who tipped backwards to avoid it.

But, the Italian was being relentless and he continued to lean over Cody's body to get to his face.

Then due to the force of gravity deciding that things should get worse; they both collapsed off the chairs onto the floor, in a heap; Ted on top of Cody, pinning him down with his hands on Cody's wrists.

Cody had tried his hardest to stay an unspoiled virgin for Randy; this would not be acceptable. This could not be acceptable. This was…

… Certainly going to ruin it.

The room quieted, the only sound heard being Ted's heart as it thrashed heatedly making a loud pounding that could draw the envy of a drum.

But, wait… Was it Ted's heart? Or was it his own? He couldn't tell.

He remained vigilant of Ted; his blue eyes fixed on his attacker's face, daring him to make a move.

Ted's eyes were focused elsewhere; on Cody's lips. They were light pink, dry, but not cracked as well as faintly parted and then curved in the shape of a small frown. Despite the fact Cody wasn't angry or sad.

He tilted his head slightly and bent forwards; this time landing a kiss on Cody' tempting pink lips.

Cody didn't move; he didn't join in or even pull apart from Ted.

He didn't really know how to react. Having had no sex with anyone before, he really took most of it as a new experiment.

As practice for Randy, if things ever got far enough to be considered practice.

How would Ted like him if he knew that Cody was a virgin, and furthermore, what would Randy think if he had lost his virginity to Ted?

No. He couldn't ruin the record. He couldn't let Ted do that to him, even if Ted had already stolen a tender kiss that rightfully belonged to Randy.

For the meantime though, he would relax and enjoy the ride; there wasn't any harm in making-out, was there?

He parted his lips further, hoping that Ted would seize the opportunity presented, which he did.

Ted wasted no time in intensifying their kiss. He slipped his tongue through the crack of Cody's lips, gliding through with ease while moistening the pink entranceway of his mouth.

His tongue found Cody's and he was instantly influenced into joining a small tongue war.

It felt good and it wasn't as rough and slapdash as it was with Randy.

There was love and tenderness shown, as though Ted wanted to go at Cody's pace; instead of the way Randy raced away doing things how he wanted and stopping when he felt that he had enough.

Ted gave Cody choice, which in itself was something that made him value him a little more than Randy.

When Ted finally pulled away, Cody saw it; the tears forming in his eyes.

"I'll understand if you don't love me, but Codes, please don't waste yourself on a guy like him" Ted whispered, barely audible "you're so much better than that"

"I'm not, Ted, I'm really not" Cody mumbled averting his eyes, ashamed.

He wasn't good at accepting compliments, not even from his parents; it was like getting the better of someone and then realizing how horrible they felt. Getting one from Ted was almost a guilty pleasure, as he was positive that it was breaking Ted's heart to see Cody was still not in love with him.

"Yeah, you are, you're smart and sweet and funny" Ted persisted, a tear streaming gently down his face; he smiled at Cody as though he were an angel sent down to Earth "you're perfect"

Perfect? Really? Was Cody really hearing the words coming out of Ted's mouth?

Impossible.

The statement repeated itself around in his head; echoing against the walls of his mind and making Cody feel a small twinge in his heart. He really didn't need Randy after all.

"You're right Ted, I can do better" he smiled back at Ted and leant forward, pressing his lips to Ted's forehead for a soft kiss.

Cody then reclined and lay down, his admirer joining him on the cold tile floor. They slept the whole night through, there on the kitchen floor; even though they would probably be in terrible back pain in the morning.

The next day, Cody awoke to a dream of himself and Randy taking pictures in a photo-booth at some mall.

The inside of the booth was irritatingly small, forcing Cody to have to be straddled on Randy's left knee. They were shielded from the outside world by a purple curtain serving as a doorway, but even with the covering there, people could somewhat see them.

And then, oh God; there were so many people. They all wanted their picture taken and kept screaming for them to hurry up, but Randy didn't care, so Cody didn't either.

Randy leisurely popped a quarter in the slot and then pressed the button for the machine to take their picture, his eyes observant of Cody the whole time. Then after setting it up, a moment before the picture was taken he slid his hand into the back of Cody's pants to pinch his ass, making him squeak bashfully.

Cody responded by friskily nipping Randy's earlobe, and they would have continued their little bout were it not for Ted ripping away the curtain to the booth and hollering at them.

"You filthy, two-timing slut! Who do you love now?!" he bawled, dragging Cody out by the elbow.

He was then flung to the crowd who proceeded to tearing him apart, piece by piece.

Cody instantly bolted upright in fear, only now coming to the realization that it had all been a dream.

"What's wrong? Was it a bad dream? What was it about?" Ted went on to bombarding the other Legacy with questions, he himself waking up after being disturbed from an otherwise wonderful dream.

He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and glanced quizzically at Cody, expecting him to retell all of the details of his steamy but completely conflict-ridden dream.

Yeah, right.

"I had a dream… But it wasn't really bad… It was more like a…" …a hot sex party that you very rudely interrupted, Ted… "…Like a weird trippy thing, you know?"

"Oh, really? What happened?" Ted continued. God damn nosey son of a bitch.

"I don't remember" Cody lied, then after shifting the subject "what did you dream about?"

Ted smiled knowingly before giving Cody a peck on the cheek "you, Codes"

The walk to the lobby with Ted was difficult; he and Ted were always able to converse when they had just been affable teammates, but now that they were on the same level as "friends-with-benefits" things were much different.

They barely spoke and whenever their eyes met, they'd both turn away embarrassedly.

Of course, their attitudes certainly changed when Randy met them at the desk. He had already been waiting for them and now was extremely annoyed by their tardiness.

"Where the fuck were you two? I have been waiting down here for fifteen minutes! If this is a joke, it isn't funny; not one fucking bit! Do you know what I look like waiting for you two down here? Like a blind termite trying to eat away at metal!" Randy raved, not caring as to how other people were staring at him.

The analogy was particularly ridiculous and even made Cody chuckle a little, forcing Randy's face to flush a deep red.

"Shut up Rhodes, I don't need your bullshit now, not now, not like this…! You made things hard enough yesterday…"

Uh-oh, he was angry now. He only called Cody by the name "Rhodes" when he was really upset with him. Now even if things had gotten better since last night, he was still on Randy's bad side. But what had happened yesterday…?

That's right! The plan that Cody had thought up! Randy was supposed to put it into action! Was it done? What did he do?

The suspense was killing Cody.

Not to mention the way Randy was dressed currently.

He was wearing dark sunglasses that added a sensual mystery to his features, although it was a shame to hide such beautifully colored eyes; aquamarine so deep you could swim in them. His jeans, which seemed two sizes too small, had to be constricting the circulation out of his strong thighs; they were practically ready to break open! It was a miracle that Randy had managed to get them on. Then to top it all off a tight button-up black shirt with the buttons undone down to the area where his abs started was revealing that hairless, muscular and oh-so-dreamy chest of his. Mmm, what a sexy beast.

Randy was just such a tease. Was he doing it on purpose, just to tantalize everyone with something that he was saving for an undeserving jackass?

Cody couldn't help but stare distractedly at the sight before him, completely ignoring the rest of the thrashing Randy was giving them.

He hoped Ted hadn't seen the hungry, school-girlish way he had been ogling Randy, after all; he didn't mean it, it was just instinct at this point.

"Anyway, I'm glad you're both finally here because now we can finally get out of here… So, Ted, you go handle the check out while me and Cody get the stuff to the car so we can get to the arena for the a.m. show" Randy mumbled, picking up both his duffel bag as well as Cody's, leaving Cody to carry Ted's.

Even though the look in Ted's eye said "don't do it", Cody obeyed, following Randy sheepishly on the way to the car.

"Everything's in place now Cody, I've got it all figured out on how we'll work this. And don't think you can just slack off and do a shitty job on this one; we want this to work on the first try" Randy began, loading his bag into the trunk of the limo.

Cody nodded silently; shit. He was going to have to do something stupid again, wasn't he?

"Okay, I'll be positioned in the cafeteria while you'll be waiting near the wreck room. In the cafeteria I'll join Christian and we'll start talking about working out and stuff, and then we'll get it into the conversation that Jack works out at six o'clock. While John's in there, I'll try to make the conversation loud enough so that he can hear. Then when John goes off to Jack, you spy on them and text me on your cell phone the millisecond it looks like they're going to start getting busy, then I'll get Christian in there and when he sees them together he'll be giving Jack the guillotine" Randy simplified all in one breath and all with a confident smirk on his face.

It was easy enough, but why did he automatically expect John to be in the cafeteria?

"How do you know John's going to be there?" Cody asked with a raised eyebrow.

"He goes in for breakfast at ten after six, and usually finishes around seven, but I think he might finish earlier if he knows that he can get some morning sex out of it" Randy answered.

"Oh geez, he's been stalking him…" Cody thought to himself, rolling his eyes.

"Like you're Mister Innocent who never stalked anybody in his entire life…" he reprimanded himself with a sarcastic tone to his voice.

"I was forced twice, the other time I was only doing it to see what Randy looked like in the shower!" he protested, defending the right to follow other people around in the shadows.

"Well in any case, you liked all of it…"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"I did not!"

"Oh, you so did too!"

"No, I-"

"Rhodes!" Randy hissed, snapping Cody out of his mental quarrel.

"I didn't!" Cody yelled, forgetting to keep it in his thoughts.

"What?" Randy asked stupidly.

"Nothing!" Cody coughed, clamping a hand to his mouth to stop any more utterances that might serve as proof to Randy that he was out of his tree.

Immediately Randy regained his usual snarky mind-set "pull it together Cody, if you blow this up I'm going to get medieval on your ass, and you're not going to like it"

The thought of Randy in a torture suit whipping Cody flashed in the young Legacy's mind for a brief second.

"Don't worry Randy, I won't…" he mumbled, casting his eyes down to his shoes and shifting his feet tensely.

"That's a good boy…" Randy said patting him on the shoulder as he walked over to the door of the limousine and entered, leaving the door open for Cody to join him.

As he stepped towards the door, he remembered the phrase the Undertaker had told Shawn Michaels when he was working under John Layfeild.

It really was hell; getting into heaven.


I loved when he said that.