It surely was not planned this soon, and it surely was not planned to be that long, but as soon as I started writing, I couldn't stop anymore.

Chapter-Title: Fight and Make Up

Warning: Slash, Cursing, M/M Sex, Angst, Fluff... this chapter's full of everything

Disclaimer: The Story-idea is mine as are all mistakes. And my fans! :P

Mid January

Packing was one tough thing to do. Packing together with a grumpy, moping partner was almost impossible. Not only a partner that wanted to know why you still kept stuff from your ex, but also a partner who got snappy when you said you do not want to throw it away… ever.

They had not even been in his house for an hour when Randy had discovered one of Ted's old shirts, and not even minutes he had dangled a necklace between his fingers, the blonde's initials embedded into the adherent.

Of course, his first instinct had been to throw those things away –and Cody could not even blame him for it-, but to say he had been out of his mind ever since Cody had told him not to, would have been the understatement of the century.

They had not talked a word since then, besides the occasional and needed 'Keep' and 'Trash' by the young brunette when Randy held up whatever he found.

The older man just could not understand that –especially after the way Ted had treated him-, Cody still wanted to be reminded of him. Because even though the break-up had been sour, had upset him greatly, there had also been good times, times he wanted to remember every now and then. After all, he and Ted were still friends.

Or rather 'again'. Something Randy did not know, and judging by his earlier reaction it was probably the best to keep it a secret, for now.

"I don't get why you wanna keep that stuff!" The words were muttered, the first Randy had spoken since their argument earlier, as they were taking a break from all the moving and packing to get in some quick lunch.

"You don't have to understand. I just don't wanna throw them away. They're important to me. That's it." And for Cody that really was it. He did not want to discuss the topic any further, sending his older lover an unmistakably glare before going back to his Pasta.

"Whatever." It was mumbled under Randy's breathe while he shook his head, placing his spoon on the table and getting off his chair.

"Where are you going?"

"I need a smoke." Randy's voice was cold and flat as he left the room, the door slamming shut behind him sending a pang of guilt through Cody, but only momentarily, as seconds later his phone went off.

"Yeah?"

"Hey you!"

Perfect timing for a call from the reason for their argument. As if he had smelled it.

"Hey, Ted." Trying to push all other thoughts aside, Cody pretended to be his usual self.

"I just wanted to check in if everything's going alright? You already packed up and ready for the big move?"

Yes, he had told Ted about it, all bitter feelings aside. They had gotten to that point again over the past few weeks, one call leading to another, the topics those of friends. Just good friends.

"Not yet. We're still in the middle of it."

And –even though Ted had admitted to him that he was still sorry he had chosen Kristen over him, that he even regretted it sometimes- the blonde had seemed happy for him, happy that he had found love. Especially with 'someone he knew would never hurt him'.

"Make sure you're careful. Ya know a headline 'Cody Rhodes –never injured inside the four-squared-circle- broke his leg while moving boxes' would be hilarious, but not quite what I wanna read

A genuine laugh escaped his lips, something that felt more than just good after those past few hours of silent treatment and a partner who was moping with him. It was heartfelt, content. "I'll try, I'll try."

"Good…. Did you think about next week?"

There was a Supershow scheduled for next Sunday and Ted had already suggested to him last week to go out after the show, play some pool, drink, have fun. However, he had not decided yet.

"Well…" His voice trailed off after just that one word, and before he could say anything else, Ted already jumped in to take his last doubts away.

"Just as friends, Codes. If you want to, Randy can come with us. Well… if HE wants to."

That brought a small smile onto his lips, head shaking from left to right, as he instantly thought about the irony of this suggestion alone. "I doubt that's a good idea, but… yeah, we can meet up after the show, Teddy. We could go straight from the arena…"

Just then someone cleared his throat, loudly, intentionally, startling Cody almost enough to drop his phone as he whipped his head around into the direction of the noise. His mouth went instantly dry as he caught sight of Randy leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, lips firmly pressed together into a deep frown.

"Yepp, we can do that."

Swallowing hard, his eyes were fixated on his lover, registering the tense muscles and the disappointment in his eyes even from the far; Ted –on the other end- completely forgotten.

"Codes?" A careful, gentle question at first, almost whispered. "Cody?" Louder this time, barely catching his attention though.

"I'll call you on Saturday again, Ted… I gotta go." He did not even wait for his friends answer, hitting the 'off'-button quickly and laying his phone aside before fully turning towards Randy and waiting for him to speak.

"You're talking to him again?" He did not need to wait long; the older mans voice cold and flat as he regarded the young brunette with a mixture of curiosity and anger.

"Yeah."

"Since when?"

Randy's whole exterior screamed 'defense' as he did not move a bone, only his features showing his true emotions. He was not only disappointed, but also enraged. For what reason, however, Cody did not understand.

"Three weeks, maybe four. Why does it matter?" He really did not know what Randy's problem was, had had no idea earlier either.

Shaking his head with a grunt, Randy turned his head away, stern tone slowly faltering as his voice became shaky. "After everything he's done to you?" That was not exactly an answer to Cody's question, but it was what had lain on his tongue, and it needed to get out –in his opinion at least. It was not Cody's place to ask questions anyways, HE was the one deserving an explanation.

"Damnit, Randy. The way you talk someone would think Ted abused me or something." His patience was waning with each passing second, not understanding why Randy was so upset over something so… insignificant, so tiny.

"HE FUCKING BROKE YOUR HEART!" Randy's voice was loud enough to wake the sleeping dead now as he pushed himself finally off the doorframe and let his arms drop to his sides. The vein in his forehead was impressively prominent, visibly pounding as he clenched his fists at his side.

If Cody did not know any better, he would be sure Randy was going to bounce on him any second. "So what? And you repaired it again." Instead of retreating or even sinking low enough to shout back, Cody just shook his head and sighed before getting out of his chair to carry his plate over to the counter. "I really don't see your problem. If it had not been for Ted leaving me, we would've never gotten together. And he has apologized a million times already. I've lost him as a lover, but his friendship is too valuable to me to lose it, too."

"Well, if he's so important to you then maybe you should be with him again instead of me." His voice was louder than he had intended it to be, though mumbled it was clearly audible to Cody and the second the words had escaped him, he regretted them already. His eyes went wide as his head shot up into the direction of the shocked gasp, meeting Cody's clearly upset gaze with his own.

The silence in the room was deafening, Cody rapidly blinking back the tears building in his eyes so crystal blue eyes as he swallowed down the sob wanting desperately to escape.

"I… I'm sorry… I didn't…"

Cody turned his head away, lowering his eyes to the floor as he wrapped his arms around his torso. That had stung, greatly stung. His breathing had hitched the moment the words were out, vision clouding over with tears, shivers cursing through his body. "Why did you say that?" His voice was barely above a whisper now, shaky, breathy, eyes staying firmly locked on the floor as a few teardrops rolled down his cheeks.

"I… I dunno…" Randy was at a loss for words. He had never meant to sound it the way it did. Hell, he had never meant to even say such a thing. But truth be told, he was jealous… or scared, maybe even both. He feared that Ted could take Cody away from him again. "I just… I'm sorry…" He truly was. Though he was still bitter that his younger lover had re-build the friendship with Ted, behind his back especially, he had never intended to cause such a scene, to snap at him.

"Why would you even think I would trade you against Ted?"

"'Cause… 'cause… I'm not good enough for you. 'Cause… we jumped into this too soon, too fast… 'Cause… you still love him." Now it was out. He had said it and there was no spiraling back. It were his true fears, his thoughts, things that were not just bothering since finding Ted's old shirt today, but things that had already kept his mind occupied for weeks, months even.

Raising his head, Cody made sure to look straightly at the older man, blinking rapidly in confusion and curiosity as he tried to process what his lover had just confessed. "I… I don't love him anymore. Not the way I love you."

He still loved Ted, yes, but in a completely different way. Gone were the fire and desire he had felt for him back in the days. Gone were the dreams of a future together, of planning their lives as a couple. That had all changed when Randy had kissed him that very first time. The love he now felt for the man standing in front of him was so much stronger and much more pure than everything he had ever felt for Ted.

"I just missed him as a friend… You know how close we've been before… before 'that'. You've been in it with us. Why can't he be our friend again?"

"What if he still wants you?" The anger had completely faded now, instead replaced by uncertainty and fear. Walls he had build up so well over the past years crumbling. A side of him he had never shown to anyone now appearing, rising to the top.

Shaking his head, Cody leaned back against the counter, arms still wrapped around his waist but more out of habit than out of comfort. "He doesn't."

"Says who?"

That side of Randy surely surprised him. Never had he seen anything but self-confidence and pride in the older mans eyes. Never had he seen him doubting himself… or their relationship. And latter hurt.

Sighing heavily, Cody ran a hand over his face before shaking his head. "Says he. And even IF he still wanted me… I don't want him anymore. I. Just. Want. You." He truly hoped that got the message through, getting more and more annoyed with each passing second, not with the situation but with Randy.

Locking eyes again with his younger lover, a small smile made it upon his lips, only shortly as he thought about everything that had happened those past few months. Everything they had gone through.

"What would you say if I told you not to meet with Sam anymore? What if SHE still wants you, huh? If anyone then I should be scared of losing you. After all, I'm the first man you've ever been with. What if you suddenly realize a guy isn't what you want and you go back to Sam… or find another girl?" Yes, he had gone there, risking that Randy would snap again, that the anger would rise again. However, it had to be said. Randy had no right at all to be jealous, especially not towards Ted.

Cody had crossed the kitchen while speaking, standing now only a few feet away from his lover, anxiously awaiting his reaction, his answer as he stared at him in hope.

"That will never happen."

"Just like me leaving you will never happen."

They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, the corner of Cody's lips twitching up into a small smirk as he reached out to prey Randy's hands free from his torso and take them into his own.

Slowly but surely the tension faded until he was getting up on his toes and pressing a careful, lingering kiss onto Randy's waiting lips.

"I still don't like the two of you going out together."

And just when he thought they had gotten over it, Randy had to ruin the moment by mumbling those words against his lips.

Pulling back, Cody regarded him with an arched brow, slowly rising frustration burning out when he saw Randy's lips curling up into that oh so devilish smirk. Swatting his chest, the young brunette let go of a grumbled 'Fucker' before shaking his head and chuckling.

"You could still come with us. Make sure I'm a good boy and all." Cody's smirk matched that of his lover then, wide and cheeky, eyes sparkling with more than just lust, with passion and mischief as he watched Randy's brow shoot up.

"I could also just pin you down on that kitchen-table and teach you to be a good boy RIGHT NOW."

Before he could even react to the playful threat, Randy had already scooped him up in his arms and pressed into the kitchen-table, lips attacking those of the younger man hungrily.

Though the mood-swings, the emotional rollercoaster, Randy had gone through during the past few hours were confusing and rather annoying, Cody had no time to think about that then, nor any urge to analyze it as he got lost in the powerful intrusion of his lover.

Fingers tightly fisting the brunette hair, Randy pulled his lover's head back only to attack his lips to the now exposed neck, instantly starting to suck on it, the sluttish moans emitting from Cody's throat only spurting him on.

In record time, his pants were lowered around his knees, boxershorts with them, before his fingers started the struggle with Cody's zipper. Only seconds later, both their lower halves were exposed to the fresh air in the room, lips surging out each other again while the scent of primal needs filled the air.

"Want you… now…" The words were panted into Cody's willing mouth, fingers already fisting the younger man to full hardness, reveling in the way Cody's back arched off the table and his groin bucked into his skilled palm. He was standing between the wantonly spread legs of the younger man, his other hand holding himself upright above his head while he willed himself to hold back a little longer.

Though his needs were primal and urgent, he did not dare to hurt Cody only to satisfy them. Not in a bad way at least.

Wrapping his thighs around Randy's waist, Cody rocked back and forth, trying to speed things up, before his hand found the older mans solid length, fisting it in a rapid pace. Making sure to swipe his thumb over the leaking slit with each upward stroke, he smeared as much pre-cum over him as possible, groaning wantonly, almost sluttish at the thought of Randy so hard, so ready, so needy, because of him, FOR him.

"Need ya… now… No more… waiting."

Before the words had even registered in his head, Randy was already obeying the needy order of his lover, lining up with the unprepared yet awaiting pucker and pushing slowly inside, getting lost in the pleasurable whimpers of the younger man.

Clinging to Randy's back, fingernails sure to leave marks on the tanned skin as he dug into it, Cody's head lolled back as he took Randy in inch by inch. It hurt, it burned, it ached, but that was exactly what he wanted at that moment. He wanted himself to feel Randy for days to come, and he wanted Randy to remember this forever, to vividly feel him clenching around his thick length for the rest of his life.

Randy needed that; he needed to feel Cody around him, against him, underneath him. Needed to know that he was there. Never in his life had he felt as vulnerable as today, as unguarded, as insecure.

While he had been outside for a smoke, completely ignoring the cold surrounding him, he had realized that –after all- he was just a scared little boy when it came to Cody. More afraid to lose him than anyone else in his life. He needed the younger man, had become dependent, could not live without him anymore. He made him feel complete.

And when he had heard Ted's name during that phone call, his worst fears had come out to the surface again.

"Damn…" He fell forward, careful not to crush Cody though as he held himself up with one hand, the other one tightly holding onto Cody's hip as all of his aching length was buried inside the incredibly tight heat to the hilt. It was a tight fit, always, Cody's body willing to take him however he desired. Like a glove, like he was made for him.

Digging his heals into Randy's ass, desperate to feel more, to feel him deeper, Cody urged his lover on, crying out when the older man started to move within him in hard, slow thrusts that rocked the table underneath them.

It was not meant to be sweet lovemaking, Randy aiming for his lover's prostate from the first thrust on, fingers tightly grasping onto Cody's hip bound to leave imprints as he rocked his hips into him. "You feel… so good…"

Leaning down to capture his moaning lover's lips with his, he made sure to put all of his emotions in it, tongue lapping and exploring, tasting and sucking while he picked up his pace, desperate to show Cody who he belonged to. Who truly loved him. Who would do everything for him.

"Damn... Randy… Harder please…"

Cutely whining as his older lover pulled back to attack his teeth to the delicate flesh on Cody's neck, the younger man let his fingernails scrape over Randy's back, gaining the most pornographic growl out of the Missouri-native as he pistoned his hips forward.

His hand retreated from the firm flesh of Cody's lips only to find his sandwiched length, leaking and throbbing, trailing his fingers teasingly along it.

Arching into the touch, desperately craving more, shuddering and gasping, Cody's eyes locked with those of his lover, dark, blown with lust as his voice dropped an octave. "Please… Make me yours."

It was a plea Randy could impossible deny, fingers tightly wrapping around the abandoned girth as he powered into the tight heat with a renewed vigor, his grunts almost drowning out the sinful moans of his younger lover as they neared completion.

Cody could feel his interiors stretching, burning, but the fire rising in the pits of his stomach was superior, his breathing coming out in short pants as he pleaded for his lover to finish him off in a needy mewl that sounded like heaven to the older man. "Please… So close, Randy… Lemme… Oh god… lemme…"

It was the look of pure adoration and lust that Randy sent him, paired with the erratic thrusts and the quick fisting of his pounding length that finally sent him over, toes curling, torso hitting the table hard, eyes rolling into the back of his head. White ribbons covering Randy's palm and his abs as they shot out of him, all air left inside of him escaping in a single second as he swallowed down the cry wanting to emit.

Randy was close, so very close to exploding, stomach already churning, vision only a blur as he powered into Cody's body over and over, holding himself up with his elbow next to Cody's head, his animalistic grunts and manly groans soon turning into almost pleading whispers and needy moans. "Don't ever… leave me… Don't ever… Want you… forever… and ever…"

His ramblings soon faded into a content sigh as he emptied inside his younger lover, body shuddering and lids fluttering shut. Collapsing forward onto the prone torso of the younger man, all his energy gone, legs almost completely giving out underneath him, he stayed inside of the still spasming walls for a minute longer, just enjoying, grateful and pleased.

Pumping his lunges full with air again, eyes fixed onto the ceiling of his kitchen, Cody ran his fingers through the short hairs on Randy's scalp, partly thankful, partly curious. Curious as to how careful he really needed to be. How much Randy could really take. "Never… I'm never gonna leave you, babe."

Glancing down, he saw Randy's head shaking from left to right, nose nuzzling his shirt as the older man still did not budge, still did not move, hands tightly clinging onto the young brunette's sides.

"We should… We should continue packing, babe… If you really wanna be done by the end of the day."

Finally, Randy lifted his head, slowly but continuously moving, spent girth slipping out of his lovers abused hole. His fingers instantly found the raw flesh as a pained hiss escaped Cody, rubbing the sore flesh gently, carefully, lips soothingly caressing his lovers thigh as silent whispers rang through the air. "Shit… Sorry… I'm sorry…"

Chuckling, Cody shook his head and slowly moved to sit upright, Randy's scalp still in his hands, stroking, caressing as he smiled down at him. "I didn't complain, did I?" Not waiting for Randy's reply, he leaned down to capture the flushed mans lips in a searing kiss before pulling away with a smirk and a wink. "I think you managed to teach me to be a good boy really well, Mister Orton… Now… Do we wanna continue moving my stuff or do you wanna wait another week until I'm finally all yours?"

He did not need to ask the question twice, Randy's head vigorously moving from left to right as he pulled his pants back up without even caring to clean himself up –that could wait until later. Reaching a hand out to the younger man, he helped him off the table, inwardly cursing himself as another hiss escaped Cody once he stood on his own two feet. However, the content smile the young brunette sent him immediately took his worries away again.

"I'm really sorry… for being such an idiot and for hur…" Not even letting Randy finish the sentence, Cody captured his lips again, arms wrapped around his waist and nails squeezing the pert ass of the older man as he growled into his mouth. "If you want to, you can still come with me and Teddy this Sunday. We could renew our old friendship, have a good time… and you could have an eye on me… or him. But… Please don't make me end this friendship."

"I won't."

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