Title: I'm a Shade Too Pale For Handsome and Have Habits I Can't Shake
Author: Emono
Rating: FRM
Fandom: Wrestling
Series: I'd Rather Fight With You Than Make Love With Anyone Else verse
Pairings: John Cena/Jack Swagger, Randy/Cody (Candy), Miz/Morrison, Chris/Evan, Hardycest
Disclaimer: The WWE is not mine nor are any of it's child branches, it is the 96% property of the McMahon's and God bless the bastards that work for them. I respect the sexual preferences and identities of all the wrestlers on WWE roster, and who they share a bed with is really none of my business.
Beta: gil_follower
Warnings: Wrestling violence, slash, episode re-writes, love, fluff, smut, good stuff, OOC
Miz and Evan found themselves down in the dining room alone the next morning, picking at their food worryingly. Both of them had signs of loving on them, hickies trailing down Evan's neck and painless canary-colored bruises circled Mike's wrists.
"Where are they?" Evan was damn-near pouting now.
The Miz shrugged.
"Hello boys" Jeff Hardy plopped down at their table, stealing a link of sausage off Evan's plate and claiming it has his own.
Miz bit the side of his lip, knowing his lover wasn't on good terms with the man.
"Hey Jeff" Evan replied dejectedly.
"I bet you two are wondering just where Jackie and Coddles are?" Jeff smirked, biting the end off the meat piece "Sorry, but you won't be seeing them today."
The blonde's brow creased, "Why not?"
Jeff grinned, standing back up to saunter away.
Evan gaped, "Hey! Why not?!"
Miz huffed, "I don't care what Jack says, those Hardy Boyz are nuts."
Evan really couldn't disagree.
-xXxXxXx-
"Oh God" Jack was buried underneath the covers, groaning "That's the last time I listen to Jeff!"
John sighed, putting on his ball cap. His lover had woken up with a cold this morning, throat scratchy and sore…congested to hell and back, eyes red.
"Baby, it's gonna be ok" John assured him, walking over and peeling back the covers. Jack's hair was matted to his forehead, he looked horrible. But still…kinda cute. He handed him a hanky, and it was gratefully accepted.
"How?" Jack rasped.
"I'm gonna go to the store, I'm gonna find the strongest cold medicine I can" John assured him "I had something planned, but it can wait. You stay here, ok?"
Jack sneezed into the hanky, giving a thick guh before nodding, "Ok."
Cena leant down, dropping a kiss on his cheek, "I'll be back. Try to rest."
Jack whined low in his throat, "I can't sleep."
"I know, I'll make sure I get something that'll help that" the older man smiled warmly "You'll take today and sleep it off, 'kay?"
Jack nodded, settling back into the pillows. The moment John got up and stepped away, the blanket was right back over his head.
John adjusted the brim of his cap, "Some days, Jack…you're just too cute."
A hand shot out from beneath the covers, pointing to the door.
"I'm goin', I'm goin!"
-WwE-
Randy soaked a washcloth in cold water, shaking his head at the situation. He wrung it out, getting it just damp enough before leaving the bathroom.
Poor Cody. The younger man was curled up on his side, the blanket draped around his slim hips. His skin was slick, his eyes screwed shut against the pain. He had woken up with a fever and aching limbs, sniffling a little. The brat knew he had a weak immune system when it came to stuff like this, swimming in roughly 40 degree temperature in the rain.
"My Coddles" Randy sighed, sitting down beside his lover "Have you learned anything?"
"Mmm-hm" Cody sighed, his distress only disappearing when Randy began dabbing at his forehead with the chilled cloth "Are you mad?"
"No" Randy admitted "But Ted and I had a surprise for you today."
Cobalt eyes fluttered open, "What is it?"
"I'll tell you when you're feeling better" Randy tisked "I can't leave you like this, I suppose. If I was a better person, I would offer to go down to the drugstore and get you cold medicine."
Cody whined when he felt Randy stand up, leaving him.
"Randy?" Cody sat up, rubbing at his eyes "I'm sorry I'm sick…don't leave?"
Randy slipped on his leather jacket, raising a brow, "Why shouldn't I?"
The brunette swallowed thickly, hurt welling up in his chest.
Then Randy came back over, kissing his forehead, "If I don't leave, I can't get you medicine."
"B-But…"
"Shhh" Randy pulled back, tracing the younger man's jaw with his thumb "I'll try not to be gone long, ok? I'll find something to make you sleep. You'll feel better soon, I promise."
Cody couldn't help but smile, "I thought you said-"
"I may not be a good person, but I do love you" Randy pulled back, slipping on his shades "I guess you'll just have to be good enough for the both of us, huh?"
"As always" Cody collapsed back into the mattress, groaning at his sore limbs "I'll be here."
Randy sighed, "Where else would I let you go?"
-xXxXxXx-
Randy and John saw each other four times in the length of one hour. They met eyes across the parking lot, both getting in their rentals. They saw each other again in the drugstore, all pursed lips and narrowed eyes as they grabbed the strongest brand of cold medicine in the aisle.
They went back to the hotel, both heading to their respective rooms. They dosed their boys thoroughly, assuring them they'd be back after they had their nap.
Cena and Orton passed each other in the hall, but met with groans in the gym.
Too much 'Centon' for one day, that was for sure.
-xXxXxXx-
John strolled back to his room, shirtless and enjoying his after-workout buzz. He dug in his pockets for the card key, finding it in his back one. It had been three hours, hopefully his lover was feeling better by now. He came up to the door, pausing to figure out which way to swipe the card.
"Oh suck it up, it wasn't that bad."
That was Jack, inside the room and awake. John's brow furrowed, what was he doing up already?
"I wouldn't hurt you, we're in this together."
Who the hell was he talking to?
"Listen, if you're not going to pay attention…I'll just go find someone else to help me."
John's eyes widened in horror.
"Good, now get in there."
Get in where?
"Better than Randy?"
Better than…? Was Jack talking to Cody?
"Sounds like Randy. But I love this kind of stuff. Whoa, watch it!"
The panic in his lover's voice set him off, what was going on?
"John's ok at this, but he doesn't usually go for this wilder stuff."
John huffed, resenting the implication (even though he had no idea what it was.)
"Shit! Did you see that?! It came out of nowhere!"
Whoa, something was going down in there.
"I'm trying, Codes, but it's not working!"
Jack sounded like he was struggling, grunting a bit.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck."
Hey now! That was a moan.
"I'm stuck, you're on your own."
There was resignation in his voice now.
"We need a third, man."
John's jaw dropped, were they…?
"Ted's ok, but Evan's pretty good at this shit."
"What the fuck is going on in there?!" John swiped his card, shoving inside.
-WwE-
Randy stepped up to his hotel door, brandishing his card. No sooner did he touch the knob did he hear it.
"Owe, Jack, that fucking hut!"
Cody?
"You're trying to kill me."
That was a low whine escaping his lover's throat.
"I doubt that…God, did you just shove it in?"
Randy's eyes widened. He slithered up to the door, pressing his ear to it.
"No, no…I got your back."
Got whose back? Swagger? What the fuck was Swagger doing in there?
"Wow, you're really good at this."
There was awe in his boy's voice.
"Dude, the one time Randy did this…well, we found out real fast he was no good. He got frustrated, cursed, and left the room in a huff."
Randy growled lowly, scowling as he listened.
"I got it, don't worry your pretty little head…how good is John at this?"
Just what the fuck was going on?
"Huh, I thought he'd be the type to…oh my God, Jack!"
That was all but a scream, anger coursing hot in the older man's veins.
"Goddamnit, Jack, help me!"
Cody was pleading now.
"Try harder, I'm hurting here!"
Randy's hand curled around the doorknob so tight his knuckles went white.
"Jack, stop! You're only making it worse!"
Cody grunted a few times, a creak of the bed.
"Oh God."
That was a fucking moan.
"A third dude? It's not like I can just get Ted…or can I?"
Randy swiped the card, vision going red.
"Of course Evan's good, he's good at everything he puts his mind to. Do you think he's too busy with Chris or could we call him?"
"Cody!" Randy threw open the door, storming inside.
Cody was kneeling on the floor in his boxers and a RKO t-shirt, a mic/reciever (looking a bit like a Bluetooth clip) was curled over his ear and a controller plugged into his laptop. Said computer was on the bed, open and running a computer game. Looking closer, Randy noted it was a first-person shooter and it was hooked up to the internet.
"Uh" Randy said most cleverly.
"Randy" Cody smiled at him "You're back. God, I feel so much better! Whatever you and John got seriously worked!"
Cody paused the game with the CPU plug-in controller, tapping his earpiece gently, "Hey Jack? I'll talk to you later."
Cody tossed them both onto the bed, walking over and hugging the older man. Randy gaped at the action, feeling a bit off-kilter and stupid for ever thinking such a thing about his boy. He hugged him back, glad he was feeling better.
Cody pulled away, biting his lower lip, "What's my surprise?"
"It all depends…" Randy trailed off, putting the back of his hand to his lover's forehead. Hm, he didn't seem to have a fever anymore.
"It broke about an hour ago" Cody assured him.
"What's your temp?"
"99."
Randy thought about it a moment, "Alright, I think you're well enough."
Cody was getting anxious, tugging at the end of his lover's work-out shirt, "Randy?"
"How would you feel about Legacy going down to Tampa?" Randy offered "Stay at Ted's until Monday morning?"
Cody's eyes lit up, "Seriously? A vacation?"
"A weekend among friends."
Cody jumped up and wrapped his limbs around the WWE champion, Randy catching him quickly.
"Yes! Let's go! Right now!"
"Ted booked a flight for this evening."
"Oh" Cody put his feet back on the floor, still pressed close to the other "I guess we'll just have to find some way to pass the time, huh?"
Randy gave him a look, "No way, you're not giving me you're cold."
Cody pouted, "I promise to share my cold medicine?"
Who could resist that pout?
-WwE-
As soon as John took in the scene, he busted into a smile.
Jack had his laptop perched on the desk, he was standing up right before it. The blonde had a Bluetooh-looking earpiece on his ear, a controller in his hands that plugged into the computer. Cornflower orbs stared at him in complete surprise, clad in nothing but a pair of boxers.
"You're…" John scanned the screen, seeing the game paused "Playing a video game?"
"Yeah" Jack admitted "What else would I be doing?"
John shrugged, "Uh, nothing."
Jack gave him a strange look, then tapped his earpiece, "I'm out Codeman, John's here. Sounds like…"
Jack ripped off the piece, looking at it, "Hm, little shit hung up on me. And after backing up his ass, too."
Jack logged off the game, tossing his controller and earpiece aside.
"You feelin' better, Blondie?" John came up behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist.
"Better" Jack admitted "My chest doesn't feel so thick. That stuff was potent, man."
"It better be, how much it costs" John grumbled, but it wasn't a real complaint "I'm glad you're better. Maybe now we can get on with our plans."
Jack turned in the circle of his arms, brow creased, "What plans?""Baby, how would you feel about you and me…" John caressed the blonde's hips, letting his palms smooth over the exposed skin "…at my house?"
Jack's eyebrows shot up to his hairline, "Your house?"
"Yeah" John shrugged "It occurred to me the other day that we've never got a chance to go down there. I didn't want you to think you weren't wanted there…'cause you are."
Jack's lips quirked at the nervous ramble, "Jay, I'd love to come. When do you wanna go?"
"Today" John admitted "There's a flight leaving to Tampa this evening. I'd hoped you'd say yes…I want to spend the weekend with you."
"Mmmm" Jack leaned in, stealing a sweet kiss "You are so good to me."
"Maybe you can be good to me?" John replied just as silkily.
"As I see it…we're gonna have all weekend to be good to each other" Jack leant in for another kiss, but his lover cringed "What?"
"I'm sorry, baby, you taste like cold medicine."
Jack nearly lost it right there.
-xXxXxXx-
Hours later, Jack and John were strolling into the airport. Cena's bodyguard, some guy John just called JT, was a few steps behind them carrying a small trolley holding their luggage. Jack never thought he needed a bodyguard, but his lover quietly informed him that it was better than calling him an assistant. JT was taller than them both, wearing a suit and dark shades.
While John just dressed in his usual jersey and jean shorts, he couldn't help but admire his lover in his attire. Those white button-ups just did it for him, and Jack could rock one with a pair of jeans like no other. The way they breezed through the airport, those dark gold shades catching the light and highlighting his flaxen hair, men and women alike were giving Jack appreciative glances.
Of course, Jack didn't notice a thing, he just stuck by his boyfriend's side.
"This is awesome" Jack sighed contently "You, me, Florida…drinking. Fun."
"Fun" John echoed, smiling as well as they made their way toward the waiting area "JT, man, go put our luggage on the loading dock, kay? We'll be over here."
JT nodded, turning abruptly and heading toward the luggage station.
John bumped his blonde's shoulder, "You sure you feel up to this? If not, it's cool…we can always wait until next week."
"Nope, I want this more than anything right now" Jack turned on him, raising his shades and smiling "Two whole days of relaxation? I'm ready to combust. And to think…we've got so many places in that home of yours to christen."
John started to grin, but his face fell. He took off his own shades, jaw set in agitation.
Jack's brow creased, "Uh, Jay?"
"Orton."
"What?" Jack laughed nervously "What about him?"
"Jack?"
Jack's jaw dropped, he didn't have to turn around to know who that was, "You're fucking kidding me?"
Jack turned around, coming face-to-face with his Tag-Team partner.
"Cody?"
"Uh, hey Jack" Cody looked between him and Cena "What are you doing here?"
"What are you…?" Jack peered behind him, seeing Randy Orton and DiBiase sitting in the plush chairs of the waiting lounge "Oh. You're…all here."
"Yeah" cobalt eyes showed confusion "Uhm…it looks like you're feeling better?"
The older man's lips quirked, "Yeah, you too."
It suddenly clicked in Jack's mind, making him jump, "Oh! Ted lives in Tampa too!"
Randy stood, "Oh hell no. Are you telling me you two are…you're going to Tampa?"
"Yeah" John replied, arms crossed "There's only one flight down today."
They stepped up, ready to have a face-off, but Cody and Jack got between them.
"We're on the same flight" Jack made his voice sound cheerful, trying to dispel the tension "That's cool! We can text each other back and forth from our seats like teenagers."
"Yeah, cause I just got this new Blackberry" Cody fiddled with the device in his jean pocket "Give me your number."
They exchanged numbers, their lovers simmering behind them.
"You know what?" Ted drawled, standing up and throwing an arm over his best friend's shoulders "The three of us should go out drinking Saturday night. A boy's night out, yeah? We could call down the others, since Tampa's not far from here."
Cody looked confused, "Others?"
"You know, those other guys that you've taken a shine to" Ted looked like he had to think for a moment "Uh…ya know, Miz and Bourne."
Jack raised an eyebrow, "I could ask. It'd be just for one night."
"One wild party night, two days and nights of relaxation" Cody chewed his lip "I'm game if you guys are."
"Awesome" Jack stated just before an overhead voice went off. They all stilled, listening.
"That's our flight."
"Ours to."
Jack flashed his partner a wink, "See you later then."
And then the blonde dragged Cena off toward the boarding area.
Randy made a face, "You've never been one for parties, Cody."
"If it's with a group of friends, it's fun" Cody turned toward the other two, clearing his throat "I gotta tell you something, guys…I've never had this many friends before."
"It's good you made new friends" Ted gave him a push "Now come on, we've got a plane to catch."
Randy watched his boys go on ahead of him, flexing his neck in frustration.
Something told him that party wasn't a good idea…but he knew he couldn't stop it.
Ok, now after this...things get seriously crazy! Fighting, injuries, but NO ONE dies, I swear! I'm known for doing that in my CSI fics, but I won't do it in these. Not fun in wrestling. Anways, next weekend and I'll post a bit more. If anyone has a specified number, go ahead, but you must keep in mind I'm not even half way through with the third section of this series. Just sayin'
Read and review, ya'll!!!