Author's Note
It's been a real fun ride, and here it is, in this extra long chapter: Randy and Cody's sex scene.
Remember: I don't own the WWE and I don't want your anger
Cody and Randy remained in the hallway watching Christian walk off with Jack; happy as though he'd already won himself the money in the bank match.
John remained in the weight room, enraged and ready to burst. He began to pace back and forth muttering angry nothings to nobody in particular in a crazy frenzy; trying to blow off some steam before he did something he would regret.
He was beside himself.
"I don't understand it… I don't fucking understand it…!" he raved "I did everything right, this is so fucking lame… This fucking sucks!"
Randy entered the room, while Cody preferred to stay in hiding; lest John see that he was the cause of Jack being found out; as far as he knew, Randy was only just now introduced to the whole issue.
"I know how you feel…" he interlarded, causing John to stop his pacing and face the man who was trying to comfort him "it hurts, doesn't it? When someone fucks you over like that…"
"Yeah, it does…" John mumbled averting his gaze.
Randy was playing a sympathy card? How droll.
"You don't deserve it, John; you're better than him. Better than the both of them" Randy continued, John was being suckered in.
He stared at Randy with begging eyes; begging for one more compliment to blow him back up to full size, to put him back in his throne of confidence.
But there was nothing left; he'd already eaten the bait, and now Randy was going to reel him in with the waiting game.
"Anyway, I gotta go; I've gotta get ready for tonight with Hunter… If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask" with that, he left; his devilish smirk in place as it seemed he'd certainly landed a potential date, if not, at least put himself on the radar.
He turned around the corner with Cody following close behind, once he'd gotten a good twenty paces away, he looked over his shoulder to check if John had followed; nope, coast was clear.
"You've been a very good boy Cody, and tonight I'm going to reward you; tonight at one o'clock in the morning, after Wrestlemania, come my cousin's house in Houston. He's out on a business trip, so we'll have the place to ourselves. I'll leave you a key under the flower pot; don't be later than an hour, okay?" Randy said, using a pen he'd had in his back pocket to scribble the address on Cody's arm; it was impossible to write on his hands for them being so sweaty from excitement.
"Okay!" Cody chirped with a cheery smile and more energy than necessary, making Randy shudder with a little regret.
The night could not have come slower.
As preparation for his date with destiny; Cody scoured all of the shops in downtown Houston looking for the perfect outfit to wear.
What made things somewhat complicated was that Ted had invited himself along and was deriving him at every turn.
He would want to go to a movie or eat lunch or go listen to music and he wasn't the least bit shy about expressing it. Every five minutes he would ask Cody if Cody wanted to do something else!
Didn't Ted understand that "no" meant "NO!"?!
And he made things even more difficult when Cody was trying on clothing, what with all the pressing questions: "Why do you want to get that? Are you going someplace special tonight without me? Why don't you want to tell me about it? So, you came to Houston with nothing to wear, is that it?"
Then there was that ever so aggravating "stop criticizing yourself; you look gorgeous no matter what!"
Cody did his best to muster up the strength not to crack and just tell Ted to fuck off and let him shop in peace.
He was being a prissy ass-wipe, but he needed everything to be perfect tonight; tonight was his night alone with Randy and he wouldn't want to mess it up for the world
Cody finally settled on a silken red button-down shirt with new Levi jeans, a brown belt that had been "imported" from Italy and new brown dress shoes. He completed the look with a new gold wristwatch.
He looked good enough to eat; or so Ted kept gushing.
The entire ensemble cost him a fortune, but it was worth it and even when he was wearing it he felt like a different person; he felt like a new Cody Rhodes.
Only this one wasn't a push-over.
This Cody Rhodes stopped people in the street and made their heads turn just by standing across from them. This Cody Rhodes was a sex bomb.
Now that he had gotten himself ready outfit-wise, he would need a good excuse to get out of the hotel room; he was sharing it with Ted.
The casinos!
There were several casinos in Houston; he would be going to one of those! Yes, that was the one; that would be the explanation.
Ted hated gambling and casinos; he wouldn't set foot in one if Cody told him he was going to go to one, perform a strip tease on the bar and give hand-jobs to everyone there. So that would prevent him from tagging along and messing things up.
Then, even if he wanted to make sure that Cody was there, it wasn't like he had the resources to call up and check with every single casino in Houston!
Besides, what were the odds that the casino owners would all be reliable, honest people who would tell him truthfully, whether or not Cody had been using their slots or playing at their blackjack tables? A hundred to one? A billion to one? Whatever!
Either way, this plan was concrete.
But, just to humor Ted, after sex maybe he would run into a casino and mess around, just to have some poker chips to show him that he'd actually been there.
Still, as he got himself ready, he couldn't help but feel guilty.
Ted sat on the bed behind him, watching him dress up like he was attending the Emmy's. He sat arms folded across his chest, face blank of expression, just staring as Cody continued to make sure he looked like a knock out.
He looked at himself solemnly in the mirror; pretending to fix his sleeves while practicing the lines over and over in his head, before giving himself a countdown from ten to one and turning to face Ted.
"So, I was thinking of going out for a night on the town; you wanna come with?" he offered, climbing atop of Ted on the bed and leaning in so that their foreheads were touching.
"Oh yeah; where to?" Ted asked, trying his bluff.
"Well, Houston's got some really nice casinos-" Cody insinuated, pretending to tip-toe around the subject; immediately being cut off by Ted.
"Then you have a great time enjoying them; don't spend it all in one place sweetheart" He quickly turned it down without fail; just as Cody had hoped.
"You mean you won't come with me?" Cody asked pouting his lower lip.
"Sorry Codes, I love you but I'm not into the whole casino scene; losing money, breathing in people's second hand smoke, too many tourists. It's just not my cup of tea; you go on and have a blast though; just call me when you come back to the room and I'll unlock the door for you" Ted continued, giving Cody a small kiss on the nose.
"Alright, I'll see you when I get back then" Cody said, blowing Ted a goodbye kiss and grabbing his cell phone before hopping out the door.
He was out.
Getting to the house was easy enough from there; he simply had the concierge call him a cab and read off Randy's directions that he had copied down on a piece of paper and stowed away in his pocket.
When he reached the house, he paused for a brief moment, feeling one of his miniature mental Armageddon's on the rise.
But there came none, as both sides seemed content so long as he and Randy got to have intercourse and nobody knew or was hurt in the process.
There were four flower pots and after two misses, he finally found the key Randy had promised underneath the pot of blue poppies.
Then, as he slid it into the door he felt it; the pang of extra guilt that he knew he was bound to send himself sooner or later.
"Excellent work, now we're on the same level as Cena"
That was all; there was nothing else to say that couldn't have been more effective in making Cody think of himself as some sleazy old geezer.
He quietly opened the door, revealing that the house had lights on, but for the sake of ambiance, all of the lights had been turned low.
"Randy?" Cody called as he stepped through the door and into Randy's cousin's house. He hung his coat on the hat-rack next to the door and then took two small strides down the hall to wait and see if his call would be answered.
"Come the stairs to the master bedroom; I'll be there in a minute!" Randy answered.
Someone was quite the busy little bee if they didn't even have the time to greet their guests; was it because he was already hooking up with John, the night after his title recovery at Wrestlemania? What a fast operator.
Cody did as he was told and climbed the wooden stairs to the left that lead up to the hallway where he could get to the bedroom, every step feeling like a step on Ted's bleeding heart.
The bedroom Randy had spoken of was also dimly lit, but the cause of this was the scented candles scattered about the room.
The bed was neatly made, probably just for him; there lay a black comforter with matching black silk sheets, a bottle of red wine with two glasses, as well as red rose petals scattered across the bed.
It was a more than romantic environment.
His eyes shifted to the bedside table where a corkscrew lay, he picked it up and gingerly unscrewed the bottle, careful not to spill it; pouring himself a glass before setting down the bottle and Randy's glass on the wooden countertop of the table.
With one swig he had downed it all, but for the sake of remembering sex with Randy and not having a massive hangover; he decided it best not to have another glass.
"What are we doing here, Cody? Getting ourselves good and wasted?" Randy spoke up from behind, surprising him slightly "you know; if you don't want to remember sleeping with me, then let's don't and say we did"
He was completely nude, save for a flimsy towel draped around his lower body, barely covering anything.
So it seemed that Randy had not called up anybody, he was fresh from the shower; his hair still fairly moist as water droplets gathered in small pools around the outlines of his muscles.
"You know I don't want to do that" Cody said, undressing, while his eyes were captivated by Randy's naked form. He fumbled dumbly with the buttons, unable to do a neat job of getting out of his top.
Randy stopped him, placing a palm on Cody's hands as he unfastened his shirt.
"Let me do that for you…" he purred with a sly wink; there was no way he'd said those words. There was an added sultriness to his voice tonight and it was definitely a turn on.
Cody gulped and nodded; he was nervous. This was better than any fantasy he'd ever dreamt up.
He slowly undid the buttons, popping each one out within more time than it would take to make a three-course meal; all the while running his tongue along his bottom lip and then after grinning seductively at Cody.
"Do you want to play dirty with me tonight?" he husked; Cody nodded once more, spittle almost drooling from his lips from the exhilaration he was feeling.
"Then there's just one more tiny, little thing you need to do for me" Randy said, undoing the final button and easing the shirt off of Cody before tossing it to the carpeted floor of the bedroom.
"More? Haven't I done enough-?" Cody began to grumble, being cut off mid-protest by Randy rimming his finger around the Legacy's bellybutton and dipping it in, causing Cody to emit a small squeak of a moan.
"It's just this one thing and then I promise you I'm yours" Randy sighed taking Cody's earlobe in his teeth and giving it a playful nip.
"… What is it?" Cody whined, at this point willing to do anything to continue sex with Randy.
"Tell me how big John's dick is" he whispered running his tongue along the upper cartilage of Cody's ear "the farthest I've ever seen him undress was in his boxers…"
Cody swallowed; it was easy enough, it might even turn Randy on.
"Eleven inches" he murmured, feeling something brush against his leg; it was Randy's semi-hard, nine-inch penis, tossing aside its covering as the tent being pitched couldn't be contained.
Cody beamed down at it, running his finger along the shaft and causing it to twitch slightly in desire.
"Oh God…" Randy exhaled, ripping the towel from his waist and tossing it to the floor as well "I want you naked"
He undid Cody's belt with ease, using it to slap playfully at Cody's thigh a few times, and drawing out small whimpers of pain with each touch of leather to the denim of his jeans. He laughed wickedly at every cry.
The jeans themselves came off fairly easily once Randy had disposed of their main support; then finally his shoes and were cast aside, leaving Cody completely bare.
There really had been no need for such extravagant dressing after all.
He lay the youth back against the bed, his head resting on the pillows, sitting upright and waiting for Randy's input.
For a brief moment, Randy sat atop of him, admiring the way Cody's body cascaded to the fabric of the bedding beneath them; a lustful grin creeping its way across his face as he did so.
He leant downwards to Cody's neck where he commenced to sucking at the skin there; drawing his blood underneath the area he was working on before biting down on it and creating a potential hickey.
"Mmm! Yes… Oh Randy… You're so dominant…" Cody exclaimed, clawing at the sheets beneath him to brace himself for the pain that Randy seemed to enjoy twisting into their sex.
He began to trail his tongue downwards along Cody's chest, only pausing to nip brusquely at each nipple, without any of the preparation he'd been kind enough to provide for Cody's neck.
Upon reaching Cody's navel, he delved his tongue causing Cody to sigh in ecstasy.
Cody's member stiffed to complete hardness, leaking pre-cum from the feel of Randy's tongue so close to it. He could barely contain himself, and Randy reveled in it.
He returned to sitting above Cody, staring down at the younger male, a sadistic glint flashing in his eyes.
Cody looked up at him with need clearly shown by his facial expressions "why'd you stop?"
"Because I don't give head Cody; I take it" that said, he shifted his position so that his knees rested on either side of Cody's head, his member situated in front of Cody's mouth.
Cody took him in to the hilt in one gaping motion, causing Randy to make an incoherent grunt of contentment.
He weaved his fingers through Cody's hair and tipped his head back, smiling as he led Cody's jaws up and down the shaft.
Cody tried his best to emulate the perfection in which Jack had sucked off John; tonguing the shaft and teasing the slit, finding that somehow Randy wanted more from him.
He then tried a new routine of rolling the tip of his tongue around the slit, dipping in every so often and causing Randy to buck his hips involuntarily.
"Oh Cody… You had a mouth like this all along and you didn't tell me? Mmm, bad boy…" he gasped, emitting a guttural moan as the young Legacy continued to bob up and down along the shaft, striving to deep-throat his pulsing cock.
As a further reward, Randy reached behind him to Cody's cock that stood stiff, twitching in pain and began to stroke it, tugging viciously as he felt his release coming.
Cody moaned around Randy's penis, the vibration sending him adrift in a fog of euphoria. His eyes rolled back into his head, his mouth opening wide and for a split-second, everything around him moved slowly as his soul arose from his body to watch the pure state of madness that he was experiencing.
Then he was brought down to earth with an orgasm slamming his mind and body back into one entity.
He came sloppily, spraying his seed deep within the cavernous covering of Cody; some accidentally spilling out due to Cody's lack of control and practice with handling anything in his mouth before.
Randy pulled himself out of Cody's mouth and slid down so that he now lay between his lackey's legs. Noting the little bit of his semen that had dribbled out from the corner of his lips; smiling contently, he used the edge of his thumb to wipe it off, then holding his thumb to Cody's face, having it licked clean in a matter of minutes.
He swooped in to reclaim that miracle-working mouth, tasting himself in the process. Salty, thick, syrupy, sticky, and sickly sweet all at the same time.
His tongue grazed the roof of Cody's mouth, before colliding with Cody's tongue. More than eager to start a war between their mouths; but, Randy wasn't about to let his little apprentice win so easily. He quickly overpowered Cody, returning him back to his place as the whore being fucked by the sex-God; Randy Orton.
Keeping their kiss intact, he lifted Cody's right leg so that the knee could rest on his shoulder, the shin suspended in the air. He held it there using his left hand and then using only his mouth, he dragged Cody up from the pillows to join him in a sitting upright position.
He pulled away, using his right hand to push their chests apart slightly; then letting it rest on Cody's left thigh, which he caressed gently, causing Cody to get goose-bumps on the soft skin that lay there.
"Are you ready for this?" He rasped, slapping Cody's inner thigh firmly, causing a loud clapping noise to echo throughout the room.
"Oh God, Randy, please don't make me wait any longer!" Cody moaned.
"I don't plan to" Randy replied shoving three fingers from his right hand into Cody's mouth "you've proven to be a good little cockslut; now, lather 'em up good"
Cody obeyed, being sure to run his tongue along each finger before Randy removed his hand.
"You ready?" he asked once more, as he positioned his hand before Cody's entrance.
"Yes, God damn it! YES! Do it, for Christ's sake!" Cody commanded, completely forgetting that it was not in his place to be yelling and demanding things of Randy.
"Dang…" Randy chuckled as he entered his index finger, Cody's saliva acting as lube.
Upon full entry he let out a yowl of "Shit!" he was feeling the pain that Jack must have felt every night; it was a sharp twisting pain that while was agonizingly unbearable, you wanted it to continue all the more.
"Stop?" Randy asked, teasingly, pulling his finger out halfway before pressing it back in.
"Ugh!" Cody moaned, bracing himself for more.
Deciding that by now taunting Cody with only one finger was beating an unconscious horse with a stick, he inserted a second finger, to which Cody responded by biting his knuckle to maintain his somewhat togetherness through the pain.
Then he began to scissor them apart, not even waiting for a reaction before adding a third finger and causing Cody to really lose it.
"Are you going to use your fingers all night?!" he hissed, despite the fact that he was leaking pre-cum and for the most part enjoying Randy's sadistically slow pace.
"Are you getting smart with me, maggot?" Randy mocked; the tip of his third finger connecting with Cody's sweet spot and causing him to squirt a small spurt of pre-cum onto Randy's abs against his will.
"Ooh…" Cody moaned as he felt the little release provided by that one touch.
Randy smirked and scuffed against his prostate again, prompting another provoked leak to hit him in the stomach.
"All right Cody, get ready because here comes the big gun" Randy said, removing his fingers and instead aligning the mushroom-shaped head of his dick with Cody's opening.
Cody nodded, trying his best to relax his body as Randy gripped both his thighs with either hand on either thigh and slammed in.
He had only gotten in five inches but it still made Cody scream bloody murder.
"Ah! You fucking ass-wipe! Jesus!" he shrieked, immediately tensing up around what little of his length Randy had managed to slide inside him.
Oh God, it felt good for Randy; but he needed more.
"Cody, relax; just relax. I'm going to be gentle but if you want this to work you gotta relax" Randy soothed, placing his knees on his shoulders and reaching between Cody's legs to fondle his dick, still seeping out pre-cum through the slit.
Cody calmed himself, then after fisting the sheets in preparation for Randy to fully plunge his nine-inch penis inside him.
He heaved and wheezed, gasping in elation and aching as Randy once again hit his sweet spot; this time with five times the force, causing his hips to buck forward for wanton need.
Cody began to pinch his own nipples from the sheer exhilaration of being entered repeatedly.
Meanwhile, Randy was humping him like a rabbit; a consistent rhythm of in and out that was quick precise and an almost stabbing blow to his prostate with every thrust.
Finally and he felt it, his climax was approaching, he was exhibiting all of the symptoms; the constriction of his genitals, the blinding light, the moan in the back of his throat that was clawing and scratching it's way to be released out through his mouth.
"RANDY!"
He came, letting loose months of pent up sexual frustrations that could never be released by masturbating; a force so powerful that he felt himself jolting upright as he did so, spilling his liquid onto his belly and chest, as well as Randy's upper torso too. Directly after, he fell back against the bed, barely awake.
"Oh mother of God!" Randy groaned, feeling his second orgasm on the horizon.
He accelerated his tempo, pressing down on Cody's shoulders for leverage as he did so; his hips moving so fast that they might disconnect from his body.
Then Randy ejaculated, leaning back as he filled Cody's bottom to the brim with his sticky hot juice, only giving off a howl of "fucking Cody!" before submitting to his own bodily limitations and collapsing, reduced to panting in exhaustion.
When he regained what little energy he could, he pulled himself out and lay down next to Cody on the bed, rolling over so that he lay on his side, facing Cody; laying on his elbow and supporting his head in his hand.
"For a virgin, you're a pretty good screw" Randy complimented; drawing a tiny circle around Cody's nipple that lay closest to him.
Cody shifted his gaze to looking Randy in the eye; he had been staring at the ceiling contemplating: had this all really been worth it?
"You can't tell Ted…" he mumbled weakly, unable to bring himself to respond to Randy's pleasant attitude. He was behaving surprisingly seriously, even though he had just had the best time of his life.
"You guys are together, aren't you?" Randy asked, amused. He began to make his circles closer to the nub, making it harden slightly.
"Yeah…" Cody sighed, trying to pick himself up and lean back against the pillows, he had just begun to when he slumped down again.
"Here" Randy said, helping Cody into the position lying against his chest; Randy himself reclining against the headboard, providing more sustenance than the pillows would have.
"Don't worry, I won't tell Ted" he promised, running his fingers through Cody's hair.
"Thanks" Cody murmured with a yawn.
"Tired?" Randy asked; he was acting like quite the gentleman. Asking how Cody was feeling and what not. Is this how he treated everyone he fucked?
"…A little…" Cody answered through half-lidded eyes.
"Then you go to sleep; tomorrow you can use the house phone to call Ted and tell him you were too far away and had to crash at a different hotel" Randy offered, giving him a tender kiss on the forehead "thanks for helping me with John"
Cody nodded, at this point so far from being awake that he wouldn't have been aware, was to be Randy holding a knife to his stomach. It was drunken stupidity without the drink.
Cody spent the night, he would call Ted in the morning and things would eventually work themselves out between them.
Little did he know that the effects of the love triangle he thought himself to have ended; were only beginning.
The next chapter will be the final before the sequel! Thanks so much for reading, it's been a pleasure writing for you all! Oh, and before I forget; if you have any ideas for a title for the sequel, don't be shy; let me hear it!
