Chapter Twenty One
To everyone's dismay Randy was out of it for two days straight, sleeping so hard that at times Cody panicked and checked his breathing only to remind himself that the soldier was a soft sleeper. Meaning sometimes Randy barely moved or made a sound and it made him look like a damn corpse. Even Jake had looked concerned in the beginning when he was hanging around bedside for the first day, hovering over Randy like he had the right. He didn't, and it pissed Cody off to no end. Randy was his god damnit, not Jake's. Sure it didn't hurt to have two people there to clean him up and strip him out of his tattered clothes, but Cody didn't need help with much more than that. He could take care of the rest.
By the end of the second day Cody was fed up with Jake's presence, on the verge of snatching the little bitch up by his ear and dragging him out of the room. Thankfully Chris got wise and sent Jake away to get some rest of his own, and just in time.
There was a brief argument about who had the right to stay but in the end Jake stomped out in a furious huff. It defused the situation and the tension instantly left the room.
Cody stayed behind, laying down beside Randy to watch him sleep until Chris forced him up and out to get something to eat.
He didn't want to but Cody was forced to leave Randy's side and joined the others waiting in the front room. He picked the spot on the couch that was closest to the door, listening hard for any signs that Randy was awake. He didn't give a damn about his growling stomach. He wanted to be there when he first woke up, and he should be. No one had that right but him.
Unfortunately Chris didn't agree and not even Michael could convince him otherwise. So needless to say Cody wasn't with Randy when he first woke up, but he sure as hell heard the soldier make his consciousness known when the door flew open and he tried to run out. He didn't get very far because Chris and the others were quick to respond, forcing the soldier back to the bed until they had him secured to it. They left Randy to scream out his rage alone, and still Cody wasn't allowed to step one foot back into the room. He had to wait, just like everyone else.
That pissed him off. Randy needed to be with Cody, what part about that didn't Chris understand? Really what was so goddamn difficult about that? After everything that had happened Chris was still trying to do what, put some distance between them so he could get his precious answers? What a load of shit. Cody would gladly tell the rebel anything he wanted to know about Zak or the island. He didn't have to keep doing this shit to them to get what he wanted-.
The door flew open again and Cody shook his head as Chris stormed out the room with a fresh black eye and cursing up a storm. It didn't surprise him. After they had to shackle Randy to the bed some hostility was expected, especially towards Chris who looked just as hurt as he did angry, which was foolish. Actually, it was stupid. Cody didn't voice it but he predicted this. He knew Randy would lash out at Chris and if he were a lesser man he would have rubbed it in his swollen face.
Cody let out a loud sigh as he plopped his head against his hand and decide to keep his mouth shut, for now. He rolled his eyes when everyone but Michael ignored him. Not that it was a full room. It was just Jake, Michael, Chris, Wade and Adam. Jake was sitting far away from Adam in a chair by himself, of course. The others were crammed onto the couch, discussing the best way to calm Randy down. Basically they were wasting time.
Cody started tapping his fingers against the arm of the couch with a frustrated exhale and looked around the bunch with pure distain. Fuck this was so stupid. Randy needed to see Cody. Plain and simple. Sure it might be a little rough at first, but he was fully confident that he would reach a part of the soldier that no one else could. He just needed the opportunity and he would save them a hell of a lot of time-.
"Fuck." Chris gingerly touched the edge of his cheek bone and winced, approaching Michael who would tend to him like he always did and shook his head. "He got me pretty good."
"Yeah he did." Michael pushed Chris's chin up, taking a long look at his lover's injury, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Did you even get to talk to him?"
"No. Like an idiot I sat too close to him on the bed and he head butted me. I didn't even see it coming. The son of a bitch was quick."
"I see that. Your eye's already turning purple." Michael chuckled as his hand fell away and he shook his head. "Maybe next time you won't sit so close?"
"No shit. I guess I should give him a little more time to cool off, too."
"Time we don't have."
"What else am I supposed to do? He blames us for the ship getting blown up-."
"I figured that much, but you had your chance. Let's have someone else try."
"Like who? Jake?"
"No…" Michael turned, found Cody, and approached him with the question in his eyes. "Do you think you can get through to him?"
"Woah. Wait. Hang on-."
"Shut up, Chris." Michael threw over his shoulder. "This is your fucking mess, remember? You don't get to call the shots here, I do." He looked at Cody, his expression firm. "So, can you?"
Cody sprang up, his pulse quickening. Fuck yes. "I can."
"That's what I thought. Get in there." He pushed Cody towards the room as he turned around and put a hand on Chris's chest, halting any further objections. "You, keep your damn mouth shut. I gave you a chance to talk to him and look at you, he wailed on you pretty good, didn't he?"
"It was a cheap shot." Chris grumbled. "I would have given him a run for his money if I had been given the chance."
"I'm sure you would have, but that's not what happened. You got your ass kicked by a guy cuffed to a bed. So yeah, I think you should step back from this for a little bit. Don't you?"
"…"
"Chris?"
"Fine. You're right."
"I'm always right."
Even though he disliked Chris, Cody almost laughed as he went towards the bedroom door with the blondes arguing behind his back. Michael was always putting the rebel in his place and reminding him of who was the boss, and Chris liked it. They pinged off one enough perfectly, accepting any and all flaws to form a very strong, very strange love that Cody often found that he was jealous of. Nothing could tear Chris and Michael apart. They were the true definition of soul mates, who wouldn't be envious?
Cody cleared his head as he entered the room and met Randy's furious glare with a soft smile. He was just so happy that Randy was finally there his stomach was a fluttering mess of nerves and excitement. The urge to run to the bed and kiss him came and went, because he wouldn't be as foolish as Chris had been. Cody was satisfied just standing at the end of the bed, for now.
Randy tensed the moment Cody came through the door. He greeted him with a bitter snarl. It didn't work. Cody looked over his shoulder, found a chair and pulled it up to the bed, flipping it around before he plopped down and laid his arms over the back. "Hi."
"Fuck you."
"Ouch. That's not very nice-."
"I don't give a fuck! Let me go, you fucking bitch!"
As he ignored him Cody put his head down, resting his chin on his arm as he flicked his eyes over the thick shackles keeping Randy under control. They were strong enough to hold him, but that just made them seem cruel. Randy was bound to the bed; naked beneath the thin white sheets and forced to sit up with his arms hanging from the top of the headboard by his wrists…
"Let me out of these." Randy demanded as tugged on the metal around his wrists with a sneer. "Now."
"No."
"Why not? I did it for you. I told you where to find the key so you could escape, didn't I? Return the favor."
"Why, so you can leave again-?"
"Your damn right it's so I can leave again! I don't want to fucking be here! I want to go home!"
"But, you are home-."
"Fuck you! Stop fucking saying that!"
"Why? It's true. You belong with me and this is where I am so, you are home, Randy. You can try to deny it but it won't do you any good. Besides aren't you tired of that? Aren't you sick of running from who you really are?"
"I'm not running."
Cody brought his head up with a frown. "Bullshit. I know exactly what you're doing because I know you. I know that you think you have to go back to your old life. I know you think you have nothing left here because of everything I said to you and I don't blame you. But damnit, Randy, I didn't mean any of it. I only said those things to drive you away because I was so scared. Can't you understand that? I made a mistake-. "
"Shut the fuck up." He was fed up, having heard enough from Cody; and everyone else too. "I'm not running away from anything, I'm running back. See you don't know shit."
"Is that what you think you were doing when you were running to try and save that fucking ship, running back? You're kidding me right? For fucks sake, you were trying to die, Randy. That wasn't about going home. That was about killing yourself."
"What do you care?" Randy glowered. He didn't even want to think of the ship and how he chose to save Cody instead. That subject was completely off limits and Randy was quick to make sure the argument didn't lead there. "And anyway don't you need to get the fuck out of here like, yesterday? You're going to get everyone here killed, you know. Zak will annihilate this place, and the rebels, because of you. I can't believe they let you stay-."
"Stop it." Cody stood up and swung himself off the chair, kicking it aside. Randy was trying to get under his skin, and it was working. "The rebels and I came to an agreement about my presence here and-."
"And, let me guess, you being allowed to stay with the rebels all depends on me, doesn't it?"
"…Yes." Cody regained his cool as he nodded, approaching the bed. Things were moving right along, he hoped, and if not then it was time to step it up. "You have to claim me again or Chris won't let me stay." He told him the deal set in place not but twenty four hours prior and hid a ping of pain in his chest when the expression on Randy's face didn't change.
Randy made a disgusted sound as he looked away. Of course Chris would put that stipulation over them, and of course Randy was going to deny him. Actually he would deny them both.
"Go to hell." Randy wiggled his wrists about in the cuffs and looked up at Cody who standing entirely too close for comfort and stopped. He leaned back against the cold metal of the headboard. Damnit. The native must have moved that last step when he wasn't looking. "What are you doing?" He scowled up at him as viciously as he could. "Get away from me."
Cody shook his head as his hands snapped to the edges of his coat and jerked it open. He had hoped that it would come to this, to be honest. Stripping for the soldier would be exciting, especially since he was wearing Randy's clothes. He started with slipping the long black jacket down his shoulders, letting it hang there briefly before it slipped down his arms to the floor…
"What does it look like I'm doing?" He smirked as he grabbed handfuls of the bottom of his dark green shirt, bunching it tight within his fists and started smoothly moving it upwards against his chest, exposing the fine lines of his stomach one beautiful bit at a time. He swayed just so as the shirt slipped over his shoulders, finishing and dropped it to the floor; his sultry smile never faltering as he watched Randy struggle not to look. His plan was already working.
"Do you remember how incredible we were together? God Randy, the whole world shook when we came. You were so damn good to me, and your dick was so hard." He sucked his lip between his teeth with a breathy groan as he reached down and cupped himself through his jeans. "Fuck."
Randy rolled his eyes hard. "Do us both a favor and don't remind me about what we did, because it was fucking gross. I'd give anything to go back to that night and stop myself from ever even thinking about touching the likes of you."
"Is that so?" Cody's brow rose as he tapped his fingers against the buckle of his belt. "Well then, what about the rest? What about all the time you've spent protecting me and trying to save me from Zak? What's that all about?"
"Boredom. What else would it be? What the fuck else is there do on this shit hole besides make up a fantasy life with a damsel in distress? It's all just a head game here."
"So I'm the damsel? You've got to be kidding me, because it's you who needs saving, Randy. It's always been you."
Randy had to look away, dropping his head downward but not out of shame. He didn't know what to say.
"You didn't know that, did you?" Cody was stunned. "You honestly thought-."
"Shut up." Randy's head snapped towards him with a growl. "It doesn't matter. None of this matters anymore, all right? I'm finished here."
"The hell you are." Cody flipped the buckle of his pants open and started pushing them down his hips. "You're not finished here. Not by a long shot."
Randy looked away again, gritting his teeth as he balled his hands into fists and Cody finished taking off his jeans and stepped out of them. "Look at me." He said and when Randy did Cody put his hands on his hips, standing there, naked and confident. "Can you, in all seriousness, say that you don't want to touch me? There's nothing inside of you that's screaming for that?"
"No."
"Liar," Cody slid his hands from his hips to his abdomen, gliding them sensually over the curve of a muscle just below his navel. He smirked and Randy swallowed hard as the native traveled higher, his fingers tracing the ling up his stomach towards his chest where they spread out over his nipples and dug in. "You're starting to look a bit flushed there, baby. Are you okay?"
In a hard breath Randy jerked his head down, his pulse quickening as his dick throb. He had to fight him. He couldn't let Cody get into his head, especially not like this. "You're fucking sick!" He shut his eyes, squeezing hard. Damnit he could do this. He could silence the disgraceful side of him if he just kept his head down and his mouth shut and didn't let Cody talk him out of wanting to leave. That was his plan and he would stick to it. Well, he would try.
He felt the bed dip beside him. The blankets slid down his thighs. Shit.
"Look at me, Randy."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because, I know what you're trying to do. You're trying to manipulate me again so you can prove your point about me, but I won't let you. You're wrong."
"You sure about that?" Cody was crawling up the bed, his lustful eyes fixed on Randy's generous tent beneath the blankets. "Because it doesn't look like I'm wrong. It looks like you're turned on."
"That doesn't mean anything." Randy's eyes flew open, but he kept his head down. He was trying desperately not to shake with desire, his mind already spinning from the confusion tearing away at his resolve. If he was just a victim of Cody's head games, then why did Randy want to touch him so bad? Damnit why was his body have to betraying him like that? He was so confused.
"You don't fool me, Randy." Cody said. "I can see how bad you're struggling to pretend you're not who you are. It's written all over your face-." He grabbed Randy's chin and hiked it up with two fingers so that their gazes met. "Aren't you sick of this? Don't you want to be happy?"
"I was happy, until I met you."
"Bullshit. You were a miserable mess until I came along and released you from that dirty cage that you put yourself in just to satisfy others. I set you free."
"Free?" Randy looked over at the cuff on his wrist and then back at Cody. "This is your idea of me being free? I can't leave. I can't live on my own. I'm stuck here. How exactly is that releasing me from anything?"
"You know what I mean…Or, maybe you don't. Maybe you're too far gone for talking," He was inching closer to Randy's lips for a kiss, holding the soldiers head in place with his fingers to avoid a vicious blow if one so happened to be awaiting him. "Maybe you need something from me that no one else can give you." He said and before Randy could respond the native mashed their mouths together, catching him off guard with the quickness of his kiss as his tongue speared between Randy's soft, warm lips.
As he settled over Randy's waist his other hand came up to keep Randy from jerking away, steadying the soldier for his wild lips.
He just couldn't kiss him hard enough. He groaned, prying it the soldier's jaw open and explored further for a few brief seconds before he let the older man's head go. His hands slid down to his shoulders. Damn. He'd almost forgotten how amazing this was. He leaned back just enough to let Randy see him straddling his waist and found the wonderful sight of Randy's dick jutting out from beneath the sheets between them.
"Damn." He couldn't help but sink his teeth into his lip, biting hard as a wave of need washed over him at the wonderful sight of Randy's pulsing dick. "Look at you, Randy. You're already hard for me."
"Fuck you."
"Soon, baby."
Randy jerked his head back. "No! That's not what I meant!"
"Then, why is your dick pointing at my mouth like it wants me to suck it?"
Randy swallowed hard as he followed Cody's gaze down to his aching cock, paling. Fuck. He couldn't make it stop. His dick had a mind of its own and it completely disagreed with the rest of him.
"Hmph. That's what I thought." Cody smiled and it was unlike anything Randy had ever seen him do before. His eyes were dark, yet still they glimmered with lust as Cody leaned in and gave Randy's jaw a tender nuzzle, taking in his comforting scent with a slow inhale. "Fuck I missed you." He purred softly as he stroked a hand down Randy's firm abdomen and came back up to his nipples, stopping there to gently drag his nails over the stiff peaks. Fuck he was so sexy. It made Cody's dick throb and he let out a soft groan. Damn it felt good to be with him like this.
"I wish I had never sent you away. How could I?"
"I don't give a fuck why you sent me away." Randy tried to keep their faces from touching but no matter how he twisted, jerked or turned, Cody found a way to keep nuzzling. He couldn't make him stop. He sneered in protest, his voice trembling. "Get off of me."
"No." Cody shook his head, shooting for another kiss. He missed, hitting Randy's cheek instead.
Randy looked up, keeping his mouth just out of reach of the savage heathen trying to seduce him. "That isn't going to work, because I'm glad that you sent me away. I was happy to be rid of you." He refused to be tricked again. Cody wasn't going to make a fool out of him. Not this time.
"I know you don't mean that." Cody rose onto his knee's as he glided his hands along Randy's shoulders to the back of his head. He would force another kiss on him, if he had to. "Look at me." He said and when Randy did Cody found the glimmer buried within the turmoil in his eyes that told him everything he needed to know. The heartbroken soldier still loved him, and it was torturing him.
Cody desperately longed to save him. "Why are you doing this to yourself? Don't you get it? It doesn't have to be this way-."
"I'm not doing anything to myself." Randy held his breath as he spoke, trying to block out the intense burning in this muscles. "What we did was just sex, nothing more. We were lonely. Our bodies found a way to release some of that stress. It was a normal reaction between two people who spent just enough time together. That's it. That scene meant no more than that-."
"My does that sound familiar," Cody cupped Randy's chin again, leaning into him slowly like he was going to kiss him, stopping at the last second. He just didn't understand the soldiers reasoning, especially after Randy had saved his life. "Why are you using my words against me? To punish me? What good does that do us?"
"This isn't about you. I just want to go home to my fiancé. That's all I've ever wanted from this fuck-hole. I just want to go the fuck home."
"But, Randy, you are home. You belong here with us." He stroked his thumb across Randy's lips as ached to kiss them again, his voice just a notch above a whisper. "You belong with me."
"I belong with Samantha."
Cody leaned back again. "Who do you think you're talking to? I know that you don't really believe that. You've only convinced yourself enough to say it, but we both know how you feel about me, Randy. This was never just sex-."
"Yes it was. You said so yourself." He yanked his chin away. "You can't take it back now. It's too late for that, because I've forgotten all about you. You're nothing to me. You got your way."
"You don't mean that either." Cody shook his head firmly. He knew that wasn't true. "You could never forget about me." He placed his hand over Randy's heart to remind him and could only pray it worked. "I'm inside you. Right here. I'm a part of you now. Even if you left the island I would always be with you. You could never forget about me."
"Think again. You're fucking garbage to me. I-."
"Enough! Stop punishing yourself and let me have you!" Cody rammed their bodies together hard, tired of the fighting. They were done talking. "I want you! Take me, Randy!"
"No! Get the fuck off of me you degenerate savage!" Randy snarled. He wasn't punishing anyone, he thought. He was giving everyone what they really wanted. Soldier Randy would return home to his fiancé; marry her and then enlist in the army. That was his destiny, not Cody. Not the island.
Cody scowled as he grabbed the older man's face with both hands. He'd give anything for Randy to put his arms around him but it was starting to seem so hopeless. He kissed him, just a quick one. "There. That felt right, didn't it? You want more-."
"Fuck you!" Randy tried to turn and wipe Cody's kiss off his lips onto his shoulder but dammit he was trapped and before he saw it coming Cody gave him another kiss, spearing his hot tongue into his mouth. It was just as quick as the last and Cody came back a little more out of breath than before. "You can't escape me, Randy." Cody breathed, shuddering as he savored Randy's taste. He cracked another sadistic smile as he forced Randy's head back for more. "So just give in. Tell me that you want me-."
"Fuck you! Get off of me, you fucking faggot!"
Cody abruptly pulled back in outage. He let his hands fall just to bring one up to slap Randy across the face. He scowled. "It takes one to know one," He grabbed Randy's dick. It was rigid and wet. Of course it was. "Faggot!"
"That doesn't mean shit!" Randy fought like hell to stop the shudder going down his spine but quickly lost. Cody's hand felt so good around his dick it was maddening. His skin around his groin instantly started to burn, his body longing to cum as one by one Cody's fingers curled slid around the base of his cock. Still he shook his head, clinging to his denial with everything he had.
"It's-It's just a normal reaction to the contact."
"Bullshit, Randy. You want to fuck my ass, admit it."
"You're-you're fucking sick!"
"Oh?" Cody's head tilted to the side as he brought his hand up Randy's quivering dick, catching several droplets of pre-cum seeping down his shaft. "Then you must like that because you're ready to burst." He squeezed him and knew he was spot on when Randy gasped and pulsed against his palm. Damn. He shook his head. Randy was so hot for him, for this. So why was he fighting it? Or better yet, how could he? Wasn't the need driving him mad? Cody stroked faster as his mind wondered, his eyes drifting down to Randy in his hand. Whatever his reasons were, Cody needed to obliterate them, and fast.
Cody dragged his tongue over his lips with a better idea in mind as he looked up and found Randy's eyes. He wanted a taste and told him only with a sensual caress of his tongue against the corners of his mouth. In all the time they had spent together Cody had never gone down on him and he almost couldn't contain his excitement. Sure he'd thought about it several times but he'd never had the opportunity. Okay, so he did have the chance to but he didn't try to blow him because of Randy's denial and Zak and-ah. Fuck. No more wasting time. Cody abruptly swooped down on Randy's cock and sucked him down his throat.
Randy's hips shot upwards as he was engulfed as he let out a horrified gasp. His dick throbbed so hard he couldn't talk, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't think. Fuck, it just felt so damn good-.
It was quick; with firm suction and a few swirls of his tongue and Cody let him slip from his lips with a soft smack. "I've been dying to do that." He said with a breathy moan as he looked up through his thick eyelashes. "Want more, Randy? Just ask and you shall receive. I'll give you the best cock-job you've ever had."
"You're sick."
"You love it." He drew Randy in again, sucking the tip between his lips and let his tongue glide across the head, writhing. Fuck, Randy tasted so good. Cody moaned deep, hallowing his cheeks against Randy's burning shaft when he nudged his throat. He wanted more of him so he took it, gagging slightly as he adjusted. He was determined to swallow every wonderful inch.
"Shit." Randy's head fell back as he fought the ecstasy of Cody's mouth on his dick, his eyes screwed shut. His mind was screaming for Cody to stop but his body was begging him to keep going and Randy was desperately torn between the two until he let out a strangled scream. He couldn't fight it. He wanted Cody's mouth and its astounding depth no matter what he tried to tell himself. He looked down, his teeth clenching at the sight of Cody's head rising and falling on his lap. All his focus and concentration centered on the wonderful feeling of being swallowed, his hips rolling towards him on their own, searching for more.
Cody moaned as he felt Randy respond and pulse against his tongue. He looked up for a few seconds, savoring the scene of the stubborn soldier losing the fight until Cody stopped, holding his cock against his lips. "See? You fucking love this, Randy."
"No! It-it doesn't mean anything!" He panted, squirming like mad. "Oh god, fuck, get off my dick! Stop! Stop! Please!"
Cody shook his head and gave Randy's cock a firm flick across the tip. A solid blow job would loosen Randy up but, if Cody impaled himself on him he might break through to him. And if not then he would definitely enjoy trying. "I'm not going anywhere, baby." He sat up and snagged a small jar of oil from the nightstand with one hand while the other gave his own throbbing cock a few pleasurable strokes. Fuck he was so turned on. He crawled above Randy's waist, rising up onto his knees and went for a kiss.
Randy refused him, turning his face away with a strained cry. "No, don't! Get away! Stop!" Randy's cries went unanswered as he watched Cody open the jar and pour it over his palm, letting just a few drops overflow onto Randy's cock. There was nothing he could do but watch…
Cody's hand closed around the top of his dick, opening just enough to let it squeeze through his fist. "Hold on, Randy, we're almost there."
"What are you going to do!" Randy squirmed, trying to avoid Cody's hand smearing the oil down the thick shaft of his dick. It made him throb with need. He knew what Cody was after he just couldn't bring himself to give into him. Not again.
Unfortunately it didn't really matter. Despite his protests Cody kept going and there was nothing he could do to stop him.
Panicked Randy looked at his wrists, pulling on them. They were red and swollen from so many failed attempts to break free that they hurt. Fuck. Everything hurt. Except his dick, it was on fire, but in a good way that canceled out the rest.
"Shh." Cody gazed into Randy's conflicted eyes as he reached back, searching for his cock. "I know you're scared, but I'd never do anything to hurt you. We're so beyond that now it's unreal, baby. Don't you see that? We belong together. We can't keep fighting it." He found Randy's dick, pressing it to his hole as he tried to smother Randy's denial with one forceful kiss after another. They were almost there. Cody could feel him ready to break at any moment and suddenly became frantic as the soldiers thick cock entered into his body, slipping in with ease until it met resistance.
Cody mewed as he curled his arms beneath Randy's and latched onto his shoulders. He pushed down, forcing his opening to take more.
"Oh god," Cody moaned and his head fell against Randy's shoulder as fierce pleasure ripped through him. He turned towards his neck. "That feels so good, doesn't it?" He clenched his body around Randy, writhing as the firmness of the soldiers cock intensified and made his inside stretch. "Fuuuck." It was so much more than they expected. Cody gritted his teeth and pulled all the way up, groaned, and made Randy tunnel his way back in again. Over and over he repeated the move until a breathless Randy lunged forward against Cody's chest, tearing weakly at the metal around his wrists, shifting back and forth frantically but it was useless. Cody held on, and despite Randy's refusal he sank down on his cock and tried fighting the soldier for a kiss until he succeeded and jammed Randy's head back with his tongue. The struggle was over in seconds.
"Fuck," Cody panted once he was fully seated, savoring the moment as he buried his face against Randy's neck. The only thing Cody wished for was Randy's hands. Fuck he wanted Randy to touch him so badly while Randy cursed him after fighting the urge to press his dick even deeper. He tried but he didn't stand a chance and his hips snapped upwards into Cody's hole anyway. Being inside of Cody was by far the most amazing sensation Randy had ever felt. Nothing had ever even come close. Nothing.
Randy's head jerked up, his hands flipping upwards and twisting around the railing all on their own. Damnit. His body betrayed him left and right but that seemed to send him over the edge. The fight was over. His mind said no but as Cody's ass engulfed him the rest of him said yes, and that only meant one thing. Cody had warped his mind again. He'd manipulated him into this just like he had before.
"I hate you." He hissed.
"No you don't."
"Yes I do! How can you do this to me! I-I love Samantha. I-I need to go home!"
Cody was a breathless, shaking mess but his head rose and looked down at Randy in disbelief. "Randy," He pulled Randy's head down and found his half-lidded, defeated eyes and ached to chase away his pain. So he kissed him tenderly, stopping everything else as he stroked his hands down the soldier's sides. When he came up the pain was still there. Fuck. This wasn't working.
"Oh, baby," Cody whispered sadly, their eyes stuck in a painful gaze. Cody just didn't understand why he hadn't reached him yet. Damnit he'd been so close. How did he fail?
"Why are you doing this to yourself? Don't you want to be happy Randy? Don't you deserve it?"
"I would be happy at home."
"With your fiancé that you were being forced to marry? Don't be so foolish, Randy, you don't love her!" There words were heated with passion and anger, their faces just inches apart as they gritted their teeth at the other.
"It doesn't matter! I'm her fiancé and a soldier for the army! That's who I am! I gave my word!"
"It does matter! Damnit Randy, just stop this! You only gave your word to those people because they forced you to! They tried to turn you into someone you're not-!"
"Then what is true, Cody? Who am I if I'm not a soldier! Tell me!" He'd convinced himself that he'd been living in a fantasy world. His home with the rebels, his love for Cody; all of it had been a lie he'd let himself fall victim to because he was weak. Well, Randy decided, not anymore. He had to get back to reality. He needed to find his way to Samantha and return to the army so he could restore his honor. There was nothing for him on the island and even though it felt incredible, their sex meant nothing and it certainly didn't change his mind. It only made him remember the night Cody sent him away. Or, set him straight, sort to speak.
"You don't want me, Cody." He said before Cody could answer, shaking, his dick demanding that they wrap it up and get back to fucking. "I'm a monster, remember? I've already proved that to you, haven't I? I'm a killer. It's what I was trained to be. That's what I am. That's the truth and nothing you say or do to me is going to change that."
"You won't fool me into believing that. I know who you really are." He latched onto the railing above Randy's head. Without warning he swiveled his ass on Randy's dick, liked it, and did it a few more times. He was thrilled to feel Randy's body already responding with a generous throb.
"You're Randy Orton, baby." Cody breathed over him. He was using the railing as leverage to keep things moving, his determination renewed, or maybe it was the desperation. "You're a member of the rebels. You're the strongest, most unselfish human being on the face of the earth." Another swivel and he clenched as he came back around. "And you're my lover."
"No!" Randy denied even though his heart was aching for this to be true. His head screaming that it wasn't. It couldn't be. No one could ever possibly make him feel this way and it be true.
Cody continued the sensual grinding, watching the emotions and ecstasy play out over Randy's handsome face. He was so close to breaking, Cody could feel it. He went faster, his body responding with a generous throb as it adjusted and let Randy's burrow deep inside. God, the pleasure was damn near maddening. He hoped that Randy was right there with him, and he was.
Cody pressed their foreheads together, breathing hard as ecstasy burned over every inch of his body, his muscles longing for him to cum. "Oh god, can't you see? Your home is here with me, baby. You belong here."
"N-no-."
"You're not a soldier, that's why you left the army-."
"No!"
"The real you is who got you to where you are right now, Randy. Not that mindless pawn that washed up on the beach. This is what you want! You want me!"
"Stop it! Just stop it!" Randy tore away and shook his head frantically. His eyes clenched shut. "No! That's not true! I'm like this because of you! This is your fault! I was a good man. I was! I was!"
"You still are, baby." His voice was back to a tender whisper. It was all he could muster. "You're not the man you think you are. You've just been following the path chosen for you by people who don't give a damn about you. You've been trying to be who they want you to be but you can't Randy. That's not you. This is you. You don't love Samantha. You love me. That's why you chose me over the ship-."
"Oh god, Cody-."
"Say it, Randy. Tell me you want me."
"I can't! No, stop! Stop! I-!" He was cut off, a wild urge taking over him as he started bucking, fucking Cody's tight ass. He brought his legs up, bracing them against the bed, thrusting hard as his head dropped back. "Fuuuck! Oh god!"
"Randy, please!" Cody whimpered desperately, pushing down on Randy's cock just as it speared inside, their bodies grinding together so perfectly it was damn near mind-blowing. "Say it! Tell me you want me! Oh god, Randy, please just say that you want me! I love you! Please!"
Randy's eyes flew open. What did Cody just say?
Cody kissed him and for the first time that night Randy desperately wanted to wrap his arms around Cody and kiss him back, but he was scared. The fading thought that Cody might be lying stuck in his mind and wouldn't let Randy believe. It told him to be smarter than that. It said to be wiser than he was before or face a fate worse than anything he'd ever known.
Randy was so torn. Should he give in to the astounding pleasures of Cody on his lap and become his fool yet again, or, did he pick the safe route and stick to his false ideas of his home back in the states? Fuck he just didn't know anymore.
Randy started to lean back, realizing he was pushing into their sex and turned his head away with a strangled plea for Cody to stop. He just couldn't decide. His mistakes, his shortcomings, his inadequacies, they all fucked him in times like these, and he was so fucking tired of making the wrong choices in life. He couldn't bear to make another.
"Stop…Please…Cody," Randy tried to recoil but his dick wouldn't let him, and neither would Cody. The fight was futile. Cody tore Randy's head back, looking down over him while steadily rocking on his lap. Randy's mouth fell open in a breathless plea, his heart aching, his dick throbbing as he closed his eyes. Fuck.
"Look at me." Cody speared his tongue into Randy's lips, pushing down on him harder than he ever dare try.
"No!"
"Look at me!"
"Pleeease-."
"Look at me!" Cody panted, squeezing Randy's chin until he did. Their eyes met and the raw emotion Randy saw on the native's face made his breath catch in his throat. The love came rushing back to him like a wave washing over his body. Cody loved him. There was no doubt about it and there was nothing the voice in his head could say about it.
He lunged forward, thrusting into him hard as Randy finally broke with a strangled gasp of his lover's name. Their kiss was punishing, their sex frantic until Cody fell against him as he found Randy's hands on the railing, entwining their fingers in a tight hold. It was over. He couldn't hold back anymore. He started grinding Randy's dick towards such a powerful climax he could feel it lifting them off the bed, their groins coiling astoundingly tight. Oh god. The intensity. He couldn't bear it.
Cody screamed and Randy could have sworn the world went black.
Their hands clung together with all their might as Cody's legs convulsed inward around Randy's waist, his dick spurting just as Randy's did the same. They kissed wildly, their chests mashed in a heated, passionate embrace that Randy couldn't entirely be a part of, and still it wasn't enough. In their frantic state Cody brought them so far over they were completely lost in the ecstasy, swallowing each other's moans and cries in punishing, wild kiss that had no end.
In the midst of their passion Cody snaked his arms around Randy's neck, his dick pulsing between them while Randy's fucked him raw. Cody took it into his hand, stroking fast, milking it dry and Randy's still buried deep within his clenching hole until they both finished and collapsed against each other and the bed.
It was a mess. Sweat, oil and cum coated their stomachs and Randy's balls where it was slowing seeping out of Cody's body. A bath, that's what they needed now, if Randy was willing…
After several moments Cody leaned back and found Randy gazing at him with his head back. Randy eyes were peeking beneath heavy lids. His mouth hanging open slightly as the air rushed in and out of his lungs, and he was quiet. Even his eyes were too glazed and dazed for Cody to read them and for the first time since he'd stepped into the room his confidence faltered to the point of fear. Oh no…
Afraid Cody slowly leaned back, letting his arms fall. He wanted to untie Randy but he had to be sure of one thing before he did. Otherwise the rebels would just tie him right back up.
"You have to say it, Randy. I-I need to hear you." He voice broke. Fuck he was so scared. If Randy turned him away after this then, fuck, this was it. Cody was out of options and there was nothing left to do from here. "I can't give you any more time. I need to know, do you still reject me?"
Randy just stared. He didn't know what to say. It was just minutes ago that he was convinced that what they were doing was wrong and now Cody wanted him to claim him again? That…That was just as intense. It wasn't as simple as saying yes to claiming him like it had been before, because this time he wasn't doing it to save Cody. He would be doing it because he actually wanted to do it. That only meant one thing, but could he face it? Was Randy ready?
Cody suddenly reached over and quickly unlocked one hand and then the other, avoiding Randy's agonizing gaze. He desperately wanted to leave before he crumbled. Fuck, he was gutted. Randy's rejection was too much to bear.
"I'm sorry." He repeated in horror as he slid off Randy's lap and gracefully swung around to get up, his breath catching in his throat. Randy was done with him now? This was it? Fuck that was so unfair. Cody made a mistake and he was truly sorry for it, didn't that mean anything? Apparently not.
Apparently the only good thing in his life didn't want anything to do with him anymore.
Cody cringed hard. Oh god. It was over. Whatever Randy had held for Cody was gone now and there was nothing he could do about it.
As he tucked his head down in shame Cody braced his hands on the bed to shoot up, grab his clothes and dash out of the room to let the next person give it a try, probably Jake.
He got up, reaching for his jeans. He never made it.