Wow, that took me a while. Two complete days. I really had some trouble writing especially two of the scenes and am thankful for the inspirations Mo sent me!

Okay, you guys are more than awesome for I would have never thought in my life to get that many positive reviews on this story. It actually makes me really proud of it.

To clear that up: Adam is NOT together with Batista anymore. He's cheated on Randy with Dave 4 years ago... but they never were a couple. And... he was showering before his match because... well... I actually don't have a good explanation for it :P

I'm sorry for confusing people by switching between POV's every now and then... and I'm sure it'll happen a lot more often in the future, but I bet you're all clever enough to figure out who's thinking or talking right then and there.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my muses... though I've currently lost my Mike-muse to Mizzy 681, damn cheater!

Warning: Chapter contains Slash, Sex, Strong language. Don't like, don't read!

Last Raw they had both successfully avoided Adam all night long, gladly enough for Randy since he honestly did not want any trouble again.

He had planned something special for this week, something that would show Jake just how much he trusted him and hopefully also convince him that he loved him, and only him. Therefore, it was actually no surprise that they had gone to St. Louis right after Raw -or rather early the next morning- to spend the next two days at Randy's home again.

Jake knew that Randy had a surprise for him, but even though he had tried to get it out of him, his lover had stayed strong, not revealing anything.

By the time they had arrived, it was already late afternoon, the sun still standing high at the horizon, both off them exhausted from the long flight.

But for whatever reason, Randy's face lit up as soon as he turned into his drive-way and as the older man stopped the engine, Jake could also see why: Their on the porch stood his former wife Sam, looking as gorgeous as ever -he had seen her at quite some occasions already- with their little daughter in her arms.

The girl looked exactly like her dad -besides the blond hair- as she grinned at them, holding her arms out, struggling to get out of Sam's grip.

He glanced over at Randy, seeing the matching grin on his lips as their eyes locked, the large, soft palm squeezing his thigh.

"Surprise!"

Jake shook his head, chuckling, being only silenced by Randy's smooth lips brushing over his in a soft, quick peck.

"She'll stay for the two days… Sam will pick her up on Thursday morning again."

He could not help but grin, only nodding at Randy as he registered what it must mean to his lover to actually introduce him to his ex-wife… and especially to his daughter. Possibly the only other person in his life -besides him- who could make Randy smile like a damn fool, the only one who could cheer him up just by a simple "dada".

It was Wednesday now; Cody and John had somehow managed to get their families together at John's house in Tampa. How they did it, they both still did not know, but as the days had passed, both of them got more nervous about it. To John's surprise, Cody was the one who was heaving all morning long already, throwing up twice, not so sure anymore if that idea was really a good one.

"Codes… it'll be fine. We'll have a casual dinner with them, as friends… and when they're drunk enough we'll tell them about us."

Cody glared at him from the sink before splashing more water into his face, shaking his head.

"So not funny, John."

He chuckled as he softly placed a hand on Codys lower back, rubbing soothing circles into it, pecking him on his cheek.

"It'll all be good.. I promise."

And actually Cody had really believed that, well… at least until the time had been there and they were all sitting in John's backyard around the dining-table, the meal Cody himself had prepared in front of them.

He could feel Fabio's eyes boring into him as he nervously fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, John's hand softly touching his thigh, squeezing it.

"So, son… why are we here again?"

John looked at his dad, shrugging his shoulders as he grinned.

"So we could celebrate? Hey… I'm still champ… and well… the weather was perfect for a dinner outside… and yeah…"

"And why are we here?"

Dusty chimed in, quirking a brow, more so at his own son than at John, waiting for him to answer.

"Well, sir… I've never had the time to actually talk to you. I mean… you are a legend and seeing that Cody and I are really good friends, well… it was about time to meet you… I guess."

He knew he had given way better explanations to other people before, but right now he was at a loss for words, with his own dad staring at him and Dusty questioning him… you know, no one could stay unbothered by that.

Suddenly Cody got up, drawing everyone's attention back towards him as he shook his head and just left his place, sliding the glass-door to the house open and walking inside without any word.

Before John could react, Codys mother was already up, following his son inside. She knew that something was off from the moment they had gotten here and if Cody needed someone to talk, she knew he would favor her anytime over his dad… or even John.

She found him in the kitchen, holding onto a bottle of beer as he shook his head, mumbling something under his breath, something that sounded a lot like "I can't do that."

"What can't you do, honey?"

He jumped a little at the surprising tone of his mother's voice, glancing up at her before lowering his head again, not wanting her to see the tears in his eyes.

"Son? Come on… talk to me. What's wrong? You've behaved out of character ever since we've gotten here. Is there any problem?"

He hated it that she knew him so well, okay… actually he liked it, but right now… why did she have to be here? Oh yeah, right… he had invited her… and his dad. God damn, it really had been a stupid idea.

"Nothing mom, really… I only needed a beer, t'is all."

His mom eyed him for a while, suspiciously, but she knew better than to push her son. If he wanted to talk, he would… sooner or later. Therefore, she just shrugged and nodded her head, sending him her warmest smile.

"Come on, darling… let's join the others outside again."

He let out a long, shaky sigh before pushing himself off the counter, nodding, following her back outside.

The whole dinner was a disaster… Fabio seemed to suspect something as he was constantly asking why they were there, his eyes never leaving his son or Cody, even when he was talking to one of the others. Dusty was sure as hell already knowing what this was all about as he sat in his chair, laid back, hands behind his head, watching everything with a look of amusement on his face. John's mother was bickering over the food the whole time, that was if she did not ask John about his love life. When he will finally marry? When will he finally give them a grandchild? Why is there no girl with him tonight?

And on top of all that, Codys mother was constantly bugging him about Ted… where he was, how he was doing, why he wasn't here, if they were still in contact.

It went like this for almost two hours and Cody seriously did not know why he had put of with that until now, but his frustration had grown to a point where he could not control it anymore. And John was not far behind, the constant reminder of Ted and Cody once having been that close making him sick to his stomach… and his jealousy return.

"God damnit… me and John are dating!"

Everyone grew silent at his sudden outburst, Fabio's jaw falling open, almost hitting the grass, John's mother's eyes widening as she almost choked on her wine, his own mom just looking at him curiously while Dusty could not help but grin.

He was waiting for that moment all evening long, actually surprised with his son for not exploding any sooner.

"There… that's it. It's out! Happy now?"

Before anyone could react, Cody had already stormed back inside, the glass vibrating with the impact he had shoved the door shut, leaving some very stunned parents… and a more than perplex John.

He had seen it coming, kind of, but still… he had not expected him to end it like this. Giving credit to Cody for snapping first, because god knew he had wanted to shove the wine down his mom's throat earlier… and shut Codys mom up with his foot.

Well, now that Cody had practically done it in favor of them, he could actually scratch that from his list.

Slowly getting up from his place, aware of his dad's stare and his mom's tears, he just shrugged and apologized himself, following his Cody inside.

As soon as they were both done, hell broke loose, Fabio and his wife against Dusty and his, arguing about the whole situation, about whose fault it had been, how John could be with a man, why Cody of all people… and for how long that had been going on… well, that was the discussion until Dusty had enough.

"You know what? Why can't you all just be happy for the two of them? They seem to enjoy themselves, seem to fit together… they seem HAPPY, goddamn… it's not a bad thing, you know? Love's never a bad thing, no matter who it is you are with."

That had practically been the end of their dinner as he just grabbed his wife's wrist, leaving the scene, but not before looking for his son… and Codys new lover.

John had found Cody in the bedroom, throwing a tantrum, clothes laying everywhere, his own bag half stuffed, the sheets on the bed ruffled as he was murmuring something to himself.

"Babe?"

Cody stopped for a short second, looking up at his man, but started pacing again with a short puff, grabbing random clothes from the floor to stuff them in his bag.

"Codes? Come on… you don't want to leave again, do you? I've missed you like hell the past three weeks."

He got another huff as his only response. Striding over to Cody -kneeling on the floor, in front of his bag now- he gently placed a hand on his shoulder, feeling the young mans body tremble -not in frustration, no… but… he could swear…

Cody turned around, his eyes now tear-stained and red as he shook his head, choking out.

"It's senseless…"

John raised a brow as he kneeled down next to him, tilting his head up by his chin, staring straight into the hurt, blue eyes of his younger lover.

"It's not senseless, babe… just because they don't get it, does not mean we aren't meant to be."

Cody shook his head, trying to get free of John's grip, hissing a bit as John refused to do so.

"If you had told them earlier… this mess would have never happened."

He slapped John's hand away from his chin, getting back up before he zipped up his bag.

"We would have never gotten into that situation… but no… you were to fucking scared to just come out to them… two months, John… we're together for two months already… and you…"

Before he could say anything else, he broke out into tears again, sobbing heavily, the strength leaving him all of a sudden as he let himself be pulled into John's arms, the latter's hands slowly running over his hair while the other one rubbed his back, Cody's face pressed firmly into his chest.

"Shhhh… I'm sorry, Codes… really… I'm sorry. I should have told them, but… you know it was a big deal for me. My parents aren't exactly the easiest… and… I was just scared. I didn't mean to hurt you by it."

From then on it was silent, Codys occasional sobs the only noise heard as John held him, placing kisses on top of his head every now and then for minutes, waiting for him to calm down.

However, he did pull away when he heard footsteps upstairs and only a few moments later, Dusty appeared in the door, a soft smile on his lips.

"Hey… I just…"

He stopped though when he saw the state his son was in, letting out a long sigh, before stepping inside, pushing John out of his way -not roughly though- taking his son into his arms.

"Sorry!"

He could feel Cody shaking his head against his chest and the muffled words escaping him.

"Not your fault."

His chuckle filled the air as he stepped away from his son again, patting his shoulder, before turning towards John… and for whatever reason it was, the younger man also started chuckling all of a sudden.

Cody looked up at them as if they had grown another head, his eyes wide in confusion on what had brought that on, but soon enough he could not help it anymore, also chiming in.

They stood like this for what felt like an eternity, all of them laughing, holding their belly's -some heavier, others more trained- tears of laughter filling their eyes, until Cody needed to gain his breath again. The other two also stopped, smiles now spread on their faces as Cody grinned at them, shaking his head.

"Thanks… I needed that."

Dusty nodded, patting his shoulder again before he looked at John.

"Well, we'll leave you two alone then… I'm glad I finally got a chance to meet you… well, to talk to you a bit more, John!"

He nodded his head towards Cena, who nodded back, smile spread on his lips, wide enough to let his dimples shine through.

"Sure, sir. It was also a pleasure to talk to you."

Hugging his son again quickly, patting his back, he whispered

"Good choice… though… be careful."

Before leaving the room… and the house.

Cody stared after him for a while, confusion written all over his face as to why he was supposed to be careful with John, but as he could feel the soft, large palms on his hips, he shook those thoughts out of his head again, smiling up at his lover.

"You're staying?"

The only thing he could manage to do was nod, John's smile turning into a full grin as he leaned down to capture Codys lips in a mind-blowing kiss, holding firmly onto his hips, thumbs rubbing circles into the denim material of his jeans, Codys arms sneaking around his neck to pull him closer.

However, neither of them was really sure -after that night- how long they would be able to stay together. In the back of his head, John was still furious about Codys mom asking about Ted -his jealousy defeating his common sense- while Cody could not quite grasp what Dusty had meant… and why it could not have been John telling his parents about them… Was it all really worth it?

The past two days, he had found himself smiling more often than in the whole past four years combined, remembering each and every moment, able to picture each and every second in his mind. He had even used his camera -a thing he barely did, not even when he was with his little sunshine- to be able and memorize those two days as long as possible.

The one thing that had warmed his heart more than anything was that Alana immediately had taken Jake into his heart. She had not even needed a second.

As soon as Sam had put Alana down, she ran towards her father as fast as her little feet could go, Randy holding his arms wide open for her to jump into, picking her up, showering her face with kisses. She giggled happily, squealing as he placed a rather long and wet kiss on her cheek.

"Hey there, sunshine!"

"Dada!"

It was pretty much all she was able to say, but that alone made Randy's face beam as he looked at her with the biggest smile he could muster.

Jake had gotten out of the car, too, nodding his head to Samantha, smiling, before walking around to where Randy stood.

"Darling… I want you to meet someone who means a lot to your daddy… someone who your daddy loves just as much as you do… Jake!"

He could not help the blush creeping on his cheeks, well aware that Samantha had heard all this, nodding his head at Alana as Randy put her back onto the ground. He nervously chewed his lips, holding a hand out to the little girl, waiting for her to shake it -he knew exactly that kids could be the downfall of a relationship, especially when they did not like you and he was scared shitless what might happen if Alana was one of those- but to his surprise -and Randy's- Alana grinned up at him, before jumping towards his leg and hugging it.

"Jake!"

Randy's eyes widened, lighting up as he watched the young girl so affectionately holding onto his love before latter slowly reached down to pick her up in his arms, a huge smile spread on his lips as he glanced at Randy and then back at Alana.

"Hey there… I've heard so much of you until now… and I promise we'll have tons and tons of fun the next two days… you like ice-cream, right?"

He could see her eyes widen and her head nod furiously with a wide beam on her face as Jake only chuckled.

"Good… cause I think we should totally ask your daddy to buy us one… right now."

God, he would pay for that later, definitely, but right now… Randy just smirked at them, the image of them hugging forever burned in his brain.

Right now he was leaning against the door-frame of his living-room -it was Thursday morning- his arms crossed over his chest, a content smile playing on his lips as he watched Jake and Alana, both of them on the floor, the soft carpet, playing with two of her dolls.

Who would have ever thought that Jake was actually so good with kids? Who would have ever imagined him rolling around on the floor with a little kid, playing Barbie? It truly was a sight for sore eyes.

The game stopped though when Alana poked Jake with her doll, the man using that chance to lay his doll down and lean forward, starting to tickle the girl's sides. She instantly started laughing, doll falling out of her hand and onto the floor as she started to kick and squeal, Jake's tickling becoming even more.

Unbeknownst to them, he snapped another picture just as Alana turned to him, mouth wide open, eyes filled with tears of laughter, giggling loudly. The smile on his face grew, so much that it almost hurt as he took a deep breath, making a mental note to never let that guy go again, to hold onto him forever.

Right then and there, he realized how much he really loved Jake and how happy he was to have him in his life. For nothing in this world would he change that now. Nothing would ever come between them.

The doorbell rang the exact same moment as Alana started to tickle Jake in return, the 3-year-old stopping immediately, looking over at her dad.

He let out a sigh of frustration, pushing himself off the frame to make his way to the door, already knowing it would be Sam to pick their daughter up -signaling the end to their little vacation, the fun they had had. For once, he had felt complete again; something that had not have happened in ages.

However, he would make sure to repeat that again, soon.

It was at the next house-show that things got a little bit out of control. Friday Night, during the show, Randy could not manage to avoid Adam anymore and ran straight into him shortly after the show had started. He could have sworn that Adam had waited for him to come out of his locker-room as he was standing only mere meters away, arms crossed over his chest, smirk plastered on his face as the younger man came out of his locker -actually wanting to meet up with John to talk about their match later that night.

He stopped suddenly, door still half-open, glaring at the long-haired male, his muscles tensing as soon as he spotted him.

"What do you want?"

Adam pushed himself off the wall, taking a few steps towards Randy without saying a word, until he was only a few inches away, their bodies almost touching, the smirk turning into a wicked grin.

"Oh Randy… you still didn't figure what I want, did you?"

Randy just closed his eyes, clenching his jaw as he shook his head, whole body going rigid, alarm-bells going off in his head. Only a second later he could feel Adam's hot breath ghost over his neck, making him involuntarily shiver, though the words whispered in his ear made him sick.

"I want you back, darling… all of you. You know… when you came to my house a few weeks ago, I couldn't stop but think how sexy you still are, how unbelievable charming, hot… and how much I missed you. No guy has ever brought me into such throes of ecstasy ever again, not like you did."

Randy swallowed hard before grunting, opening his eyes again to stare at his former lover coldly -almost blank.

"I'm taken, Adam. I'm not interested in you or you little, sick games anymore. You've made your decision four years ago. Just leave it like that."

The words did not come out as harsh as he wanted them to, but he was sure he had made his point clear. However, Adam was not someone to give up that easily, one of his hands reaching for Randy's lower back, fingers brushing over his exposed skin while his lips barely touched Randy's ear.

"That's what you say, babe… but I know that you still want me. Your eyes told me last week. If that poor excuse of a boyfriend wouldn't have been there, I know you'd jumped my bones… in a good way of course… the best possible."

Randy suppressed the urged to throw up right then and there, just shaking his head and pushing Adam away with every ounce of strength in his body, making Adam stumble backwards and almost falling, the younger mans voice echoing through the hall.

"Leave your filthy fingers of me… and of Jake! I told you I'm done with you… forever. I've found the one I love, the one who'll spend the rest of his life with me, the one who means the world to me, and trust me when I say it isn't you. Don't you dare try to come between me and Jake or else, I swear Copeland, you'll regret that we've ever met… or that we've ever been together."

He took a deep breath, steadying and lowering his voice again as his eyes turned back to normal, well, almost.

"Now I suggest you better leave. I've nothing to talk to you about anymore."

Adam gulped down, nodding, surprised not only by Randy's actions, but also stunned by his words. He had not expected such an outburst after two weeks ago. He could have sworn he had seen bits of love in his eyes when he had glared at him back then, but obviously… that was now gone… or he had been wrong.

None of the two men had realized the warm, intense green eyes that had watched the whole scene from inside the locker room and none of them had seen the almost childish smile spread across the soft lips of the young Mississippi native after it was all said and done.

The same night some of the guys were out at a local bar again and as per accident, Mike and Stephen sat at one booth alone- John and Santino having left earlier, or rather John being on the dance floor while Santino had gone back to the hotel.

It was kind of awkward, silence lying between them for most of the time until Mike finally had enough, turning his attention from his lap up towards Stephen, clearing his throat.

"So… uhmm… how have ya been the past weeks?"

Stephen also turned to face him, brow arched as his lips twitched up into a small snarl.

"Shouldn't the actual question be: How's Ted?"

Mike tucked in his bottom lip, glancing back down at his lip, shrugging.

"I'm really sorry, you know. I've talked to him last week and… well, I've told him I'm about to change. I'm going to anger management, seeing a doctor, having therapy… all that stuff… I don't drink anymore…" Only then, Stephen realized that Mike had a glass of water in front of him instead of the usual beer, keeping his eyes on the glass as he listened to Mike's words. "I fucked up big time, I know all that. But I'm trying to make it up, I really am. I know that nothing will ever change what I've done to Ted and he'll probably never ever take me back… but…" He sighed heavily, turning back to Stephen again -the sadness in his eyes almost overwhelming the Irishman- I just want him to forgive me one day, you know? I want him to be happy again and to… well… accept me in his life."

Stephen could only nod, the words slowly registering in his brain. Every single word Mike had spoken made sense to him and he knew as well as the younger man that Ted would take a long time to heal. He also knew that Mike was right… he would never take him back.

Though he had had hopes that Ted would turn to him after his break-up with Mike -and those hopes had already been crushed- he could not help but feel sorry for Mike… just a little, tiny bit. He knew how much it hurt to be rejected, to be the outcast.

"Ya know… I believe ya. Though I still hate ya fow what ya've done to him. He's neva cheated on ya, neva once in ya relationship has he touched someone else. He was always faithful, worshipped ya, has always loved ya."

Mike nodded, head hanging low again, hands gripping the cushions of the booth tightly.

"I know."

A heavy sigh made it to his ears and he flinched when he felt the large palm on his shoulder, but relaxed again as soon as he felt the gentle squeeze.

"Aam sure he'll forgive ya… one day. Ted's a peaceful soul, someone who can't harm anyone, the kindest of em all… one day he'll forgive ya."

Mike only sighed, slumping further back into his seat, chewing the insides of his lips as his stale stare bore into the table in front of him.

"But… if ya want to A could talk to him… I mean… I could tell him that ya're really trying hard. For yar sake, ya know?"

To say he was surprised would have been the understatement of the year, his eyes widening as he arched his brows at Stephen, seeing a soft smile plastered on his lips.

"You'd really do that?"

Stephen's smile grew as he nodded, soon enough seeing Mike's smile matching his as the younger man beamed, taken aback by the kindness towards him -from the one man who had once hated him the most. Maybe this was the start of a new life for him, a better one.

Randy was taken aback when Jake had dragged him into the bathroom the minute they had entered their suite. Jake had been kind of distant throughout the whole show, not that he could have changed that since he had been busy with his match and all, but he had already suspected that something was off.

He was wrong though -well, kind of.

The minute they were in their bathroom and Jake had grabbed the shaver and the shaving cream from the sink, Randy arched his brows in confusion, which grew even more when Jake handed the items to him. Anyhow, he did not have to wait long for an explanation as Jake slowly started to strip out of his clothes, right in front of him and with every clothing that fell to the floor, it slowly dawned to the elder man what his lover was doing.

"I trust you… just as much as you trust me."

Jake's lips were curled up in a smile as he stepped closer towards Randy, opening the cab of the shaving-cream with a pop, his eyes never leaving Randy's.

"I want you to shave me… from head to toe… well, except my hair."

A soft chuckle escaped him as he continued to encourage him with his eyes, seeing the hesitation and unsureness in Randy's.

He could not quite grasp where this was coming from all of a sudden. Shaving? Him? God, he already had trouble enough shaving himself without any cuts, but that? He took a deep breath, returning Jake's smile as he started to shake the bottle of shaving-cream, chewing his bottom lip in as his eyes raked over the beautiful body in front of him -in all his naked glory.

It was his way of showing Randy how much he trusted him. He did not know how else to do it. The idea had formed in his head when he had seen Randy shaving in the shower earlier that day, before the house-show had even started, before he had seen his man rejecting Adam, pushing Adam away… for him. Back then he had been sure that he could trust Randy, no matter what and in any kind of situation.

It took him another deep breath to steady his nerves enough, carefully, softly applying the shaving cream all over Jake's body -under his arms, on his back, his chest, his lower abs and finally on his most private, most sensitive region of them all- before shakily moving the shaver towards Jake's arms.

Jake could sense his nervousness, laying a hand softly onto Randy's, making the older male looking back up at him, almost getting lost in the warmth of the green pools.

"I… trust… you."

He only nodded as Jake lifted up his arms again, Randy's hand slowly reaching forward, running the razor over the skin.

The whole procedure took almost an hour, well, it would have gone much faster if it had not been for Randy kissing and biting each and every part of his body which he had shaved. Whenever he was done with a body-part, he had traced a line of kisses all over it, getting lost in the unique scent, the different taste, soft skin tingling under his lips.

That was until it came to Jake's groin. It really took him a while -a long while- before he could actually slide the razor along the sensitive skin, carefully applying pressure to it, not wanting to cut Jake, not wanting to hurt him, to draw blood. Though, in a wicked way of thinking, he would have liked to lap the blood off him.

Jake couldn't help the low moan escaping his lips as the cold blade came in contact with his sensitive area, chewing his bottom lip hard, eyes focusing on Randy, seeing him smirk up at him as he slowly traced the razor over his inner thigh up to his sack, careful, very careful, his hand now steady and calm.

It must have been the most intimate act he had ever been a part off, the soft whimpers and silent moans leaving Jake's lips turning him on more than anything ever before as he shaved his pubic hair, fingertips brushing over the bare skin, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he tried to get his own growing desire under control.

When all was done, no hair left on the body in front of him, he leaned forward, placing a single chaste kiss to Jake's length. The hiss leaving his lovers throat giving him enough re-assurance to get up to his feet again, hands roughly cupping the bare ass in front of him, lifting him off the floor to carry him into the shower, Jake's back almost crushing against the shower-walls as lips came crashing down on his, an animalistic growl escaping Randy's throat as he got rid of his jeans and shorts, not bothering to prep his younger lover before he slipped into him in one go -dry, without any preparation- Jake's walls tearing as he was taken rough.

"Fucking tease!"

Despite the pain shooting through his spine, Jake managed to wrap his legs around his waist, his eyes shut tight, whimpers and whines already turning into moans and mewls, loving the feeling of Randy filling him so completely as he drove in and out again and again, faster, harder and deeper with every thrust until both of them could not hold on any longer, exploding, crying out in ecstasy, pure pleasure filling their hearts.

As Stephen got back to the hotel -it was well past two a.m.- he let the nights events wonder through his mind, thinking if he had done the right thing, whether it had been a good idea to offer Mike his help.

For a weird reason he felt sorry for him. He could not quite put his hands on it, but he actually liked the kid, kind of. At least he seemed to show some remorse, seemed to be sorry after all. Willing to change, willing to become the Mike of old times again.

He had never got to know that Mike, since he came to WWE when the young man had already become the ass he was, but he had heard good stories about the man he had once been. He could not wait to find out how he really was -if the true Mike matched the image of what Ted had described him… the loving, charming, caring man Ted had always pictured him to be… to have been.

His thoughts however were thrown over when he came to a halt at his door, the sight in front of him forming a lump in his throat and letting his eyes widen:

There, only a few doors away, John Cena was making out with some random blond chick, openly, in the hall, one hand on fidgeting with the key-card while the other was tangled in her hair, one of her legs wrapped around his waist, their hips colliding, their lips almost devouring each other.

It made him sick to his stomach to see it and when John finally opened the door, pushing her inside, he knew that that night would possibly change everything… not only for him.

Sweat was dripping from his forehead, his face buried deep in the other males neck, licking, biting, nippling on the sensitive flesh as his thrust became faster, more frantic, the low growls spurting him on even more.

Grabbing the strong thigh, he hooked his leg over his shoulder, the change in angle making him hit his sweet spot dead on, cries of pleasure leaving the younger mans lips as he pounded him into the mattress, planting kisses all over his neck up to his cheek, the sudden tightening of his walls and the hot liquid spilling all over their abs enough to send him spinning over the edge, too, giving him a few more thrusts as he shuddered through his orgasm, eyes still shut tight.

Collapsing onto the exhausted body, his breathing slowly steadied and his eyes opened again, one hand still holding tightly onto the thigh while the other one traveled down from his hair to his cheek, tilting his partners head to face him, planting a sweet kiss on his lips.

"I love you, Codes!"

Ted raised from his bed in shock, gasping, the sweat on his forehead reality, but everything else obviously a dream as he was hit by darkness, only the dim light of the moon giving him a glimpse of the young man on the other bed. As soon as it hit him, he let his back collide with the cushions again, a deep groan leaving his lips as he shook his head, trying to close his eyes again, but the only image appearing in front of him was a sweat-soaked, smirking Cody in a post-sex-bliss.

God, how could he dream something like this? About his best friend? Why? He was sure that he still loved Mike, he still admired the man, was still sexually drawn to him… why Cody of all men?

Not that he minded… he could remember how good it had felt when they had first been together, when Cody had introduced him to the wonders, the sensations of sex with another man; but seriously? He was his friend now, one of his bests, he was in a relationship… and Ted sure as hell was not ready to get into anything new right now.

He glanced at him again, chewing his lips as he saw Cody shifting on the bed, one arm now draped over his own chest as the other one was bend over his head, the sheets drawn back far enough to expose his whole upper body, barely hiding his hips, that small triangle leading to his crotch making the images in his head even worse as he bit his lips hard to suppress a moan.

God, Cody was sexy… he had to admit… but… he was out of reach. Now and forever, so the only thing to do now was to forget about this dream again, forget about the sinful image of Cody writhing underneath him, forget about him screaming his name in pleasure… just to forget about all this and go on as if nothing had ever happened. Right?

Okay, that scene between Randy and Jake was planned completely different. The sex actually wasn't even meant to happen, but I got kind of carried away when writing the whole shaving-scene. So yeah, my apologies.

BTW, I could not find the name of Johns mother anywhere on the net and can't remember Codys moms name in case anyone wonders why I've only referred to them as Johns mother and Codys mother the whole time.

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