Chapter 29
This is it. This is the chapter I have been planning since early on in this story. It's the only I've rewritten and started ahead of the game as well. Here we go…
It will be long. Maybe the longest I've ever done. Angst. Smut. Emotions aplenty. I REALLY hope you like this.
Layla made her way out to the ring to a somewhat bemused and mild reception from the live crowd as this was a total big-lipped alligator moment of a match, totally nothing to do with the upcoming Money In The Bank pay-per-view, but the creative had agreed to book this match on a taped Smackdown episode. In her seven years as a WWE Diva, she had never once been a special guest referee. And she could even match her ring attire to the familiar barcode stripes of the official tee, which because it was TV, was a cut up skimpy sexy version. After all, AJ had guest officiated men's bouts before. No reason why she, the seasoned vet, couldn't.
"The following is a no count-out, no disqualifications match set for one fall," Lilian declared, "Introducing your special guest referee, from Miami, Florida, Layla!"
Layla waved to the crowd before the theme for the first competitor sounded.
WHOAAA!
WHOAAA!
"Introducing first, from Marietta Georgia, weighing 215 pounds, Cody Rhodes."
Cody (sans Damien) pulled his hood off as per usual and scowled at the audience members on the ramp as he strutted down, his elegant black and silver trimmed robe shimmering under the lights as he made his entrance, alternating as per usual between snarky smiles and scowls on his moustached face before taking the robe off.
Backstage, his opponent was nervously awaiting his cue.
This match was a last resort. Only thing he and Cody were willing to agree on were communication, albeit grudgingly. Everything else was going to be on the fly. Only Layla knew who creative had booked to be the winner.
Sassy beats of Layla's 2007-2009 theme sounded as Cody's opponent appeared out on the stage, in Layla's Over The Limit 2012 blue and white attire (minus the top) to a totally surprised (and silent) reaction from the crowd.
"And his opponent, from Sea Isle City, New Jersey, weighing 179 pounds, Josh Mathews."
Josh's heart was pounding in his chest as he made his way down the ramp and towards the ring, his face set with a look of steely determination as he climbed in, padding across to the ropes for his signature Layla pose. And then he cried out as a foot cruelly connected with his back and he was sent tumbling with a crash outside onto the mats, to boos and some sniggers.
"Ding ding!"
It was time to begin.
Cody was already by him before he had a chance to get back up and yanked him and threw him hard into the security barrier. He screamed out in pain and protest but Cody had already pulled him up by his hair and threw him back into the ring. Just as the smaller man struggled to get back up a black boot connected smartly with his forehead and he was sent flat on his front once more. Cody cockily went for a cover..1,2, Josh kicked out frantically.
"This what you wanted huh?" snarled Cody as Josh struggled to get up.
Josh shook his head.
"GET UP!" bellowed Cody.
He raised his fist in his signature taunt and Josh saw his opening. He kicked Cody in the middle and got him into a headlock, tightening as much as he could without choking his former friend and the love of his life. It hurt him to hurt Cody, but it hurt even more to have Cody kick him around with such disdain. He never thought things would break down to this. This was as real as pro wrestling ever got. The emotions already on display were not acted.
Cody easily heaved Josh upwards, still with the inked arms around his neck, Josh's bright blue and white clad legs kicking frantically as he struggled to hold on. Even when they were still friends in their last bout, Cody was tough on him in the ring. He knew he would face one hell of a battering this time. But he was going to give as fucking good as he GOT.
Josh tried to shift the weight back down and take Cody with him but Cody threw him off so he fell and then stamped HARD on the braced knee for good measure, pure hate flashing in his eyes.
"AAAARGHHHH!"
Josh let out a piercing howl of pain, frantically grabbing his knee. This was a window dressing but it still fucking HURT.
A few cheers sounded. Looks like the smarks were out and were going to take Cody's side. Fine. Whatever. He knew he'd be booed cos he wasn't a "proper wrestler" just an "announcer" to them. Fuck them.
Cody pulled him towards the ring post….no please…no…but the moustached man slid out the ring and grabbed the braced leg once more, an evil smirk now on his face as he pulled Josh's leg right back and smashed it hard into the post, to another scream of agony from his former best friend. He didn't give a fuck anymore. He'd break this little bitch's knee if he wanted. Not like it would stop him from opening those legs to some other brainless schmuck after anyway.
"Fucking TRASH TATTOO!" he cried out, not even caring he'd get his knuckles rapped for swearing on TV. He smashed Josh's knee into the post a second time. Everything that ever got to him about Josh, he could take out on him.
And these fans were cheering him on as he did so.
He pulled Josh from the post and under the bottom rop, tossing him like a piece of garbage onto the outside.
"MAKE HIM PAY!" bellowed a male fan from the front row.
"Announcers don't belong in the ring!" chimed in another.
Layla knew she was powerless to stop Cody from hurting Josh. No DQ or countout rules. And imitating Beth Phoenix from Over The Limit 2012? Pretty cheap of Cody in her opinion. The only safety net she had was that only she knew the winner. But they were given almost ten minutes for this bout. Maybe the bastards backstage wanted Josh hurt as much as those fans….it took her back to Over The Limit herself, especially with Josh's attire…and how fans chanted relentlessly for Kharma, booed her, and chanted "tap! Tap!" at her.
Josh struggled to get up, holding his now throbbing braced knee…not acting it at all, the jeers of the fans just stabbing him painfully like barbed wire. Cody went for him once more but something made him duck and he threw Cody into the security wall hard with a primal shriek, his rage finally getting the better of him.
He began to lay punches into those solid abs, letting out angry cry after angry cry, wanting to hurt Cody as much as he could. He was going as stiff as he could, intending on injuring Cody if he had to.
As Cody doubled over in pain, virtually winded, Josh gingerly grabbed the thick, muscular arm and climbed onto the top of the barrier, his knee still burning with pain from the ring post attack. He didn't even know what he was planning to do and he knew it was going to backfire on him. Cody climbed on top too and the two men were now precariously balancing on the narrow padded wall, the size difference being really apparent here..
"Come on Cody…" snarled Josh, and he grabbed the short dark hair…but Cody easily smacked him away and grabbed HIS head, throwing Josh off back onto the floor like a rag doll to cheers and gasp from the fans directly behind them. Josh holding his knee once more and crying out.
Cody hopped down and picked his former friend up, lobbing him back into the ring before following him in, stalking his prey. Piece of fucking cake. Josh couldn't stand a chance in this; a real fight.
Josh was his back, grabbing his knee, and agony etched all over his pretty face. Cody pulled him up and threw him over his shoulders in a textbook fireman carry, maintaining his grip by continuing to grab Josh's arm, but Josh's smaller legs managed to wrap around his neck…surprisingly strong and Josh shifted the weight so at LAST he had some advantage, keeping this headscissor hold briefly before Cody kicked his legs back and kipped easily back to his feet, breaking it. Josh ran gawkily at him, still trying to keep weight off his knee and Cody clubbed him right across the chest, sending him flat on his back once more. Cody scrambled for another cover, hooking the hurt leg, Layla slid in and counted…1,2…frantic kickout from Josh.
Josh then reached to grab Cody's arm and leg and managed to use his NXT acquired strength to roll Cody into an inside cradle pin…to several loud boos…..1,2…Cody easily kicked out, throwing Josh off him before reaching over and pulling Josh's leg up, Josh fighting him off but Cody threw his knee hard onto the mat.
Even Layla was taken aback by the unearthly shriek that left the small man's mouth as Cody continued his handiwork. This was getting ugly. But they wanted this. Bloody men.
"Get out of my ring!" Cody was bellowing, "Go back to the desk where you belong."
He raised his arm again in his taunt to cheers. These fans were most definitely on his side, even though he was supposed to be a heel.
Josh was practically sobbing with pain on the canvas, holding his poor knee and frantically trying to get back and get some offence in. This was humiliating.
He saw his chance…crawling painfully over to Cody and managed to trap Cody's foot in a drop toe hold, sending his younger ex friend flat on his face. He scrambled into a cover…1,2…kickout by Cody.
He grabbed Cody's head and smashed it face first onto the mat, anger burning in his veins…intending to rebreak Cody's nose. By the time he was finished Cody would need more than a plastic fucking mask.
Layla hated this. Hated it. Seeing her two friends who were once so close, and each so in love with the other, maiming and savaging each other like this, hate smouldering from both of them. But it took all she had to not cry. She had to be the official.
Josh took advantage of a stunned Cody and heaved him up…his bad knee shaking horribly as he did so. How ironic that after this, he'd probably actually NEED that damn brace. He hobbled nex to Cody and hooked his leg inside Cody's, tapping his shoulder to indicate he wanted a move. Cody grudgingly agreed and allowed Josh to hit a sloppy Russian leg sweep on him. He no sold it and got right back up as Josh headed straight for the turnbuckle for an LOL crossbody, springing off the first rope once, second rope twice before his lithe body flew at Cody, who caught him mid air to loud cheers and threw Josh over his shoulder for the Alabama Slamma…how ironic. He heaved the tiny body back and threw it hard onto the mat, Josh screaming in pain once more. Cody then clambered to the turnbuckle, determined to stick one to Josh because as far as he knew, Josh wasn't allowed to do what he was planning. He climbed to the top rope and his 215 body flipped back like a bird in perhaps one of his most beautiful moonsaults to date, going high into the air….but Josh rolled away at the last second, and Cody crashed and burned, the impact winding him and he writhed about the canvas in pain, the grimace on his face.
Fuck this. Josh didn't care if this got him pink slipped. He stomped hard on Cody's stomach to make him lie flat. And then he climbed to the top rope…a few fans were gasping…not expecting to see the backstage boy go high-risk, his previous moonsaults on TV long forgotten, being stuck in 2011 along with such things as Alex Riley's push and Rey Mysterio's one hour WWE title reign.
He still held his knee as he stood on the top rope before jumping backwards and his tiny body backflipped over, landing across Cody's chest…getting him the first cheer all night. He hooked Cody's legs…both of them as Layla slid in once more to count…1, 2,…Cody kicked out at two and a half…the cameraman instantly pointing it to Josh's face as shock was etched over it.
"Still fucking sloppy," muttered Cody as they both crawled to their feet.
Something in Josh snapped. He sprang. He messily took Cody back down and began to lay into Cody with his fists before Cody threw his arms up to push him away. But Josh wasn't going to let him off easy. Not now. As Cody backed away Josh jumped up and his small feet connected with Cody's chest in a low dropkick. While Cody was recovering from that, Josh decided to add insult to injury.
"BOOTY BUMP!" he cried and jumped once more, his pert, bright blue and white-clad bottom hitting Cody in the face, copping him some real 'XPac heat' but he didn't give a fuck. This was personal. Fans could kiss his lipstick tattooed-ass.
Josh raised his arm, mocking Cody and then put his finger over his lips.
"LOOK AT ME, I'M CODY RHODES!" he cried, "I HAVE TO GROW AN UGLY PEDO TACHE TO GET NOTICED!"
Major boos sounded. Josh was meant to be the babyface of this but the heel-supporting IWC fans in the crowd were far drowning out any supporters he may have had. Cody was getting to his feet, incensed at being openly mocked like this. But then Josh would have to resort to cheap spots to try and get some kind of reaction. Sad really. He put Josh into a sharp headlock and took him down to the mat in the basic takedown move, tightening his hold but Josh managed to kick him in the back of the head. Cody was going to show him what proper wrestling was. No more cheap gags or street fights.
Cody loosened his hold as Josh continued to fight him off…managing to ease himself up on his less-throbbing bad knee…still grabbing at to 'sell' it, punching Cody in the middle, breaking the hold as they were both stood fully . Josh then hit a back spin kick. Then another, before grabbing Cody's arm, tapping it, hoping Cody would respond and successfully hit an arm drag. Cody sprung back up and then hit Josh with an arm drag of his own.
At least Josh had the professionalism to still co-operate. Cody had to accept that.
Josh was hobbling around still thanks to Cody's early attack of the knee. Cody saw his chance and whipped Josh hard into the turnbuckle, enjoying yet another howl of pain as the small back collided with the pads. Cody could remove a pad if he wanted…no DQ after all. He ran at Josh but a small foot managed to kick him in the hip and Josh had a flash of an idea…as Cody turned to keep his back to him…he climbed up the turnbuckle, sitting on the top rope….locking his arm around Cody's neck..
"Fuck you doing…!" Cody snarled under his breath, "Face lift? REALLY?!"
"SHUT UP AND SELL IT CUNT," hissed back Josh, tapping Cody's shoulder and getting in position. He'd used this at NXT house shows to generally good responses. Josh leaned forward and somersaulted over Cody's head, landing on his feet…but Cody hadn't moved. What the fuck?! Bastard!
Josh suddenly realised Cody had hooked his arms. But instead of the facelock he was expecting (for Cross Rhodes) Cody heaved Josh up, still holding his arms, in a double chicken wing...how fucking ironic. All those months ago when Cody did this to him on a hotel bed when they were play fighting.
"NO! NOOOOOO!" screamed Josh but his legs instinctively clamped around Cody's middle as he was raised skywards…he was going to take a fucking Glam Slam…Cody unhooked his arms and let go, falling into a sitout as Josh's hands and head bounced off the canvas horribly, Layla wincing, having taken that move SO many times in her career and she was frankly amazed Cody unhooked his arms if she was honest. Cody cockily rolled into a cover, convinced this was it. 1, 2…Josh threw his arm up desperately.
"COUNT PROPERLY!" he yelled at Layla, making a patronising clapping gesture at her.
Josh was dazed and confused…struggling to get up…
But he had enough fight left in him…to crawl under Cody's leg and roll him up…Cody so surprised he complied….1,2…he kicked out.
"GET. UP!" he snarled at Josh.
Josh struggled…he was running out of breath and strength. This had to end soon.
Cody decided it was now or never.
He pulled Josh roughly up, locking his arm over Josh's face, tapping his shoulder hard and reluctantly to inform him it was Cross Rhodes…He hit his finishing move hard on Josh, enjoying the pain he was causing and then went for a pin…1,2….JOSH KICKED OUT.
Cody was so gobsmacked he could hardly move. He was convinced that he was the winner…maybe he wasn't or Layla was just trolling him. He was fuming.
"And you wonder why you never officiated in your seven fucking years?" he spat, heaving Josh's lolling form up, intending on hitting another Cross Rhodes...but he was too busy getting pissy to notice Josh elbow him hard, catching him off guard, loosening his grip. Josh then grabbed Cody's head and twisted around, Cody only just bending in half as Josh leapt into a sitout, hitting a nasty Layout on him. Josh scrambled for a cover…1,2…NO!
When the fuck would this end?
Layla had just been told down her subtle headset that they had 2 minutes left. And that all three were doing a superb job.
"COME ONNN!" Josh screamed, frustration, fatigue and fury erupting simultaneously. He'd never wrestle again after this. This was killing him. Calling on his last reserves of energy as Cody crawled back up, he ran at Cody fiercely, still hopping a little on his bad knee and using Cody's short brown hair as leverage, spun and planted Cody in the spinning facebuster which Cody instantly no sold and got back up despite it fucking hurting him and splitting his lip. Josh ran at him again and grabbed at his arm and leg for the Infinity (Layla's takedown-barrel roll pin), Cody deciding that he couldn't keep this up much longer and relaxed his body, helping Josh execute the move, the legs clumsily rolling over his body…Layla slid in, 1, 2…Cody countered, trapping Josh's arm between his leg and shifting the momentum so Josh's shoulders were now on the mat…1,2…Josh kicked out.
"Minute and a half," whispered Layla, eyes filling with tears.
This was more emotional than her match with Michelle if that was possible even though this was no pay per view, and nobody was leaving WWE.
Cody pulled Josh up one last time, ran at the ropes and then sprung off with a Disaster kick, sending Josh crashing back down. He had to be the winner. No way would they let him put Josh over…
He lay cockily across Josh , not realising his arms were in a dangerous place….Layla began to count..1,2..but Josh had spotted Cody's mistake and trapped the larger younger man's arms into a crucifix pin…1,2,3!
DING DING!
A surprising cheer went up as 'Nasty Girl' began to play and Josh sat up, tears streaming from his eyes, his body scarlet, his lip bloody, bruises all over him, a look of devastation and shock on his face as Layla helped him to his feet.
"Here's your winner, Josh Mathews," announced Lilian.
Cody was horrified but he was too tired and broken to be so for very long…and his blue eyes were crinkling with emotion, tears leaking down his own face as he saw Josh sobbing as Layla held his arm…the small man looked to be in agony, both physical and mental…Cody had taken him to hell and back, but he'd fought right back to the bitter end. Josh hobbled out the ring, his knee still very painful but he realised…he was being applauded….even some of the harsh fans earlier from the front row were clapping as Layla helped Cody to his feet and out the ring, Cody covering his face, selling his loss but Josh could tell Cody was crying as well.
Josh made his way up the ramp, across the stage and out the curtain…never more thankful that a match was over in his life.
A round of applause shocked him as he entered the corridor…and pretty much the whole locker room, even the likes of Punk, Cena and Orton were giving him a standing ovation…Josh just needed to find Mike, who'd been his chief helper in preparing for this match and right now Josh's closest male friend. He was still sobbing and leaned against a wall…almost collapsing with exhaustion.
"Hey..hey…come on…that was awesome," came Mike's voice, who'd rushed to help his exhausted ex up…he hugged Josh tight as the painful sobs sounded.
"That was," came, to Josh's surprise, Punk's voice, "You got a this is awesome chant by the way."
"Wh-what?" choked Josh.
"Oh yeah," said Daniel Bryan, who detached himself from the subtle embrace with Sheamus to wander over, "I got tears. I've not got that from a match in years. And they all said…even Vince…that that was your best match."
"C'mon, let's get you to the locker room," Mike said, helping Josh back through the throng of superstars and divas. Another arm took Josh's other side, and judging byt the scent of classy perfume, and waves of blonde locks tickling his sweaty shoulder, that it was Natalya.
"Nothing to be ashamed of," she said, "You were fantastic. Both you and Cody were."
Coming from a talented pure wrestler like the beautiful Mrs Tyson Kidd, that was enough to raise Josh's spirits enormously. When they got to the superstars' locker room., Mike and Natalya (well right now it was empty) helped Josh onto the bench and sat him down. Natalya hugged him before leaving as the rest of the superstars filed in back, many of them pausing to slap Josh on the back or tell him he did well. Josh really couldn't get used to this. He just did what he could…he thought if he was honest they were just doing to be nice.
"Josh,.." came a southern voice.
Josh looked up and was looking straight into the blue eyes of Ted DiBiase.
"Teddy…." He croaked.
Ted knelt in front of Josh and gave him a huge hug.
Josh fought hard to not cry again…Ted shouldn't be doing this to him. Ted should be pissed the fuck off at him. Ted should be beating him to a pulp.
"It's OK…I know what youre thinking," the blonde said, "It's OK. Alright? And that match was off the scale."
"Thank you Teddy….thank you," sobbed Josh, more out of relief Ted wasn't kicking him into the wall more than anything.
The chatter in the locker room suddenly died and then Ted released Josh, a small smile on his handsome face, padding aside and melting into the pack of wrestlers. Why had it gone so quiet? Was it Vince? Or had Undertaker come backstage to talk to Josh?
"Joshy…."
Only one voice that could be.
Cody was stood right in front of him..Layla still holding onto him.
"Er…guys locker room…" droned Heath Slater.
"Shut the fuck up," hissed Punk at him, silencing him instantly.
"I..better go.." Layla said, thinking it was for the best.
"No Lay, stay," Josh said before he could stop himself.
"I can't….men's locker room…" she said helplessly, "See you…outside or something…." She pecked Josh on the cheek and left the locker room, Josh with Cody very close by and feeling suddenly hideously awkward. And upset.
"Joshy….please…" Cody's voice was hoarse and pained. Tears were running down his cheeks still. He looked broken.
Josh slowly stood up…his knee still throbbing so much his legs almost buckled…but he gritted his teeth and tolerated the pain.
"D-do…you….hate me?" he whispered, shaking.
"N-no…how…" Cody was sobbing once more.
And then both men wrapped their arms fiercely around the other, pitiful sobs coming from both of them as FINALLY…after months and months of fighting and not speaking…Josh was finally properly reunited with Cody..
Cody broke the hug and stared into Josh's eyes, a hard, blazing look in his own sapphire blue ones.
And then…their lips smashed together.
Tears and whimpers emanated from both of them as the pain and longing finally erupted between them, both of them finally fucking their hangups and doubts and admitting their true feelings for one another in that moments.
Josh kissed fiercely back, squeaks sounding needily from the back of this throat.
Cody broke it, stroking Josh's face, his lip trembling, tears still slowly leaking from his blue eyes.
"I love you…so much," he moaned, "Please….let's not…fight again. Ever."
"I fucking love you too…and you fucking know that," sobbed back Josh, "Please Cody.,..let's not…ever."
"Well hallelujah for that!" deadpanned Punk, "Taken six years and a brutal no DQ match to figure that one out."
John Cena hissed at him and for once, the rebellious Punk and former 400 plus day WWE Champion complied.
"Come on baby," Cody said, picking Josh up in his arms, almost bridal style, Josh's arms locked around his neck, "Need to get you to Dr Sampson…your knee…"
Josh was too busy nuzzling into his shoulder to notice…as Cody carried his bruised and battered body out of the locker room and into the corridor. Cody hated himself so much right now. He knew he'd gone too far with the attacks on Josh's knee…Josh's screams of pain in the ring were definitely real, not acted, just like the rest of their match. His love for Josh had outweighed his petty hate and bitchiness out there and he would never have been unprofessional or dangerous…even to his most loathed opponents.
Josh was laying on the bed in the medical room of the arena, watching the rest of the show.
His knee was badly bruised and he was advised to take it easy for a couple of days but the pads had done their job and there was no real damage done.
Cody had refused to leave his side even when his own bruises were seen to and was now sat next to his smaller lover (because that's what he saw Josh as…from the moment he'd returned to the locker room), holding his hand and tending to him, apologising over and over again for being such a cunt to him.
Ted had stuck his head around the door…and although he couldn't help the small flash of jealous when he saw the way Cody was looking at Josh on the bed…such love emanating from the young brunette…he was mature enough to be happy for them both and move on. He'd decided to not interrupt and just let them have some much needed time together.
"Stop apologising," Josh said finally, "Coddles…please…it is our job at the end of the day."
"But I was doing it to hurt you and not to get heat," Cody replied, sniffling, clutching Josh's hand and planting more kisses on it, "Joshy….I…."
"Was just being your usual stubborn, bratty kid self," Josh said, and he gave a small smile, the first one that day, "Cody…I love you. It's who you are. I love everything about you, even when you're being the biggest pain in the ass going…"
And finally Cody was feeling better enough to shoot his old, familiar grin at Josh.
"Don't you dare…" Josh said, sensing what Cody was about to do and regretting his choice of words, "Or I'm digging the Slam Book back out my mom's house and writing two pages on you."
"Like to see you try…bitch," Cody grinned back.
"Lucky I'm wiped from the match," hit back Josh, "Cody…come here."
Cody leaned over and Josh took his head in his hand and softly, slowly began kissing him…tenderly…deeply. Cody kissed right back, stroking the back of the precious, older yet smaller head as he did so.
"I love you," Josh said again, eyes sparkling with emotion.
"I love you too, baby," Cody said, "I know it sounds so fucking nerdy asking…but.."
"Friends, I think we worked that one out," grinned Josh.
"No Joshy," Cody said, "I'm being serious. Josh Matthew Lomberger…I want to be with you….properly. You've always been the one baby. First day I met you. You were older but the hottest and cutest guy I'd ever met. Always thought you were hot on Tough Enough when I was in high school.."
"When I was even more of a twig, and with bad hair?" Josh grinned/.
"Joshy please," Cody sighed, "Let me finish."
"Sorry."
"S'OK. I just want to do this properly. I love you Joshy. I want you to be my boyfriend."
"I've waited six…fucking…YEARS…to hear that," Josh said, and he cussed himself for dissolving once more into tears…and they say women cried a lot…jeez; "Cody Garrett Runnels, I want that too. Since July 2007 and you walked in all pretty, nose stud and nervous with your cig behind your ear. You've just made this old guy the happiest guy ever…."
He pulled Cody onto the bed for a huge hug and lots more kisses, not giving two fucks about his knee.
"Knock knock," came a voice and Layla appeared, still in her ring/official attire.
The boys flew apart.
"What?" Layla said, "The entire locker room was talking about you two….Hunter went and told everyone who was on after you to step it up. And so is it true?"
"Yes Lay," Cody beamed, kissing Josh's head, "We're...official. As of two minutes ago."
"And six bloody years," Layla said, "And you make the most beautiful couple. But what do I know, hey? By the way, someone wants to see. She was in the crowd tonight with..Adam and wanted to come and see you both."
"Who?" asked Josh.
"The Disarrano is on ice," came a sweet, girlish voice and the notably less muscular but still breathtakingly beautiful figure of Beth Phoenix walked in, flower in her darker blonde hair and polka dot dress on.
"Beth!" Josh said, "Didn't know you were coming."
"Well it's been a while and nothing says I can't come back and watch, and NAttie got me a backstage pass," she said, "Love the attire."
"I wouldn't look as good as you in your Glamapants," Josh grinned as the former Women's and Diva's Champion and collector of adorable dogs/artist hugged him.
"You can take a Glam Slam though," she grinned, "Or Stache Slam as you should rename it."
Cody smirked.
"Don't give him ideas," groaned Layla.
"Were you watching our Over The Limit match from last year," smirked Beth.
"Yup," Josh said, "Even if fans hated it, I loved it, and apart from Punk and Bryan, only memorable match from that event."
"Too kind," Beth said, "Anyway, I just wanted to come by…if the website puts good photos up I might paint one for you…freebie."
"Beth you don't have to…" said Josh, turning bright crimson.
"I want to, not done a match shot yet," Beth said, "And I miss the nights out."
"When you ply him with amaretto so he's yours to play with?" grinned Cody.
"Yup, now he's all yours," said Beth, and pecking them both on the cheek, she left the room with one swish of her fifties-style rockabilly dress, leaving the golden trio, reuinited at last, alone in the medical room.
"So…" Layla said, "Here we are."
"Dashing and Flawless Bitches reunited," smirked Cody, "What was I smoking back then?"
"Same stuff you smoke now Coddles," Josh said, "I do miss the old you sometimes. But not the burning prickish coworkers part. Unless they truly deserve it."
"Like Jack fucking Korpela," Cody said, "I was always right about him. But everyone misjudges people. I'd get him arrested but him being spring cleaned was good enough."
"Yeah," put in Layla, "Don't have to see that….what was it you called him once Coddles?"
"A trout-faced, jug-eared mutt," Josh said, a huge adorable smile on his cute little face, "Remember that day very well. Coddles also made him get on his knees and swear he'd swap with me on heat."
"How do you even remember all this Joshy…" Cody said, blushing a little and inwardly cringing at what a little big mouthed bitch he used to be, "Anything else I said or did?"
"How can I forget?" giggled Josh, now on cloud nine he was so happy; even forgetting about his twinging knee, "Your big threat was that you would tell everyone Jack 'fell on Cena. With your ass'. And then once you were done burning him, you had a bitch fight with Melina."
"He had more with that miserable bitch than I did," Layla said, "Great in ring…total cow otherwise."
"Hang on," Cody said, "Joshy….eyelash…." He reached over and ever so deftly removed the offending eyelid hair from Josh's eye. Layla could have melted right there, it was just so CUTE to watch them. She suspected tonight would be magical.
"Sure it's not from the lovestache?" Josh grinned.
"Can it bitch," pouted Cody.
"I have been dying to hear that phrase for about six months," Layla said, "Oh my BOYS are back…!"
"And more flawless than EVER," Josh said as she pulled them both into a group hug.
"Well, I better leave you two alone, got all of tomorrow to hang out like the old days," she grinned, "Don't do anything me or the queen wouldn't do. Laters boos."
And she sashayed out of the room.
"Do you think you're able to walk better, baby?" Cody asked with concern.
"Can have a go," Josh said, sliding off the bed and gingerly putting his bodyweight onto his bad knee. It still twinged but after padding around the small medical room, the little man decided that he'd survive. And anyway, the show had just wrapped on the monitor. Plus he was dying to get back to a comfortable hotel bedroom. With his man…oh wow that felt so weird for Josh thinking that. He wasn't single.
The man of his dreams for six fucking years was right here with him. And with that….slut!Josh was finally killed. Josh really had no interest in any other man now besides young Cody Runnels. And now…FINALLY…he had him. Any minute Josh was going to wake up and this was all a dream. He pinched himself and then let out a mewl of pain as it hurt a lot.
"What you doing?" asked Cody, pulling on a clean Moustache Comb tee that Damien had dropped by earlier over his bare chest.
"Pinching myself," Josh said.
"Cutie," Cody grinned, pecking him on the cheek, causing him to turn red once more.
"Can it.." whined Josh, "You're the cute one. Even cuter with the tache."
"Who's the one who looks about ten years under his real age?" hit back Cody.
"Compliment wars later," Josh pouted, "Wanna get out my ring gear. Bet you do as well."
"Why?" grinned Cody, "I look sexy like this!"
Josh giggled. To Cody that was a beautiful sound. And he remembered all the times he used to happily walk around outside shows in just his ring gear, his legs on show. He removed the pads from his knees so his stunning, long, elegant pins were fully shown off.
"Just for you baby," he said, "I know you liked the padless look."
"Who couldn't…oh Cody….you're just…perfect in every god damn, fucking way," Josh sniffled, "You don't know how happy I am.."
"Not as happy as me," Cody replied, tightening the pads around his ankles so he looked like he did back in the day, "You never give yourself enough credit…I don't think even you realise how beautiful you are Joshy.."
Josh's ears were claret by now. Even more so when Cody took his hand.
As they made their way back to the locker room to change, they ran into the figures of Justin Gabriel and Heath Slater. Now it was feeling eerily like older times. Josh really couldn't give a fuck about either of these two pricks anymore. He'd tried to be friends with Justin but look where that got him. And Heath, well…he was just Heath. Waste of time as far as little Josh was concerned.
"Joy Giovanni and Ashley Massaro could have put on a better match," Justin sneered, "See you two freakazoids have finally got together cos nobody else can stand you?"
"Bitch please," Cody said, folding his arms, "I know you think highly of yourselves but stop looking in the mirror for once. Come on Joshy."
"Whatevs," Josh said, going along with Cody and totally ignoring those two losers. They'd come a long way. Josh just didn't care about petty shit like that anymore, and certainly not right now when he was going back to a hotel room with Cody. But as boyfriends. Lovers. Which could mean one thing alone. Both boys were secretly nervous…
Once in the locker room, which was now almost empty, they bagsied the showers and both began to strip off. Josh covered his crotch as he did so.
"Whatcha doing?" asked Cody, who at the moment was in just his blue sports thong.
"First time you've seen the er…new ink," Josh said, "And I don't want to look…easy…"
"Joshy….I've seen you in states of undress before," sighed Cody, "Remember who tended to you when wolfboy…."
It made Cody feel sick to recall that day. Justin and Korpela as far as he was concerned should rot in the lowest circle of hell.
"Coddles…lets not," Josh said, padding over to a shower, still covering his ass and cock with the towel and turning the water on.
"Joshy, baby…..take the towel away honey," Cody cooed, "It's only me. Nobody else in here."
Josh removed it reluctantly but turned away…mainly because he was getting hard already and cursing himself.
Cody saw the lipstick kiss for the first time on Josh's ass cheek in person. He was going to be honest. He still didn't approve but he loved Josh so much that he'd accept it regardless.
"Do you like it?" asked Josh.
"Joshy…I'm gonna be honest. I think it's trashy. But that's just me. And anyway I would have had a dollar sign on mine in roughly that place..so yeah…ignore me but that's what I think."
"Hypocrite but it means more to me that you're honest," Josh said, standing under the warm water and letting it cascade over his inked, battered body. He couldn't help but eye up Cody as the ravenette removed his sports thong and stood under the shower.
"Budge up," Cody whispered, and picked up Josh's Axe and squirted some into his hand, "Let me wash you."
Josh didn't know whether to say yes or no…Cody's touch would probably make him want to do naughty things in the showers. He wasn't going to waste their first time. He'd never forgive himself. But Cody was such a sweet boy and always so caring and affectionate…he turned around as Cody tenderly began to wash him down…Josh whimpered as those nimble-fingered hands got to work…just like they did that time after Justin assaulted him backstage all that time ago. Cody didn't tease him or torture him but the contact was making Josh ache for more…but he stopped himself. Later. Wait. Sometimes it was best to.
Once Cody was done, Josh took the Axe bottle.
"Turn around baby boy," he said.
"Joshy…..can you…not..call me that," Cody said, "It's not your name for me…."
"Sorry," Josh said, "I dunno why I even said it."
"Stop apologising," Cody said, kissing him on the forehead, "Just be you."
Josh squirted some of the Axe into his hand and slowly and gently began to wash his larger, taller, much younger lover down. Cody was literally male perfection. Most men would KILL for his proportions. The back…leading to his slim, narrow waist and hips, then there was that round, not too big ass, and of course…those LEGS. Josh had had several dreams about Cody's killer pins over the years… Cody was mewing softly...enjoying the feeling of those small, nimble hands against his skin, being so gentle. He'd never had his body totally worshipped like this…almost made him self-conscious. Even Teddy never took this much care when they'd done stuff like this.
Once they'd rinsed off, Cody turned to Josh under the water and padded closer to his smaller lover, their lips meeting once more, tender, passionate kisses. No grinding. No urgency. Just simple kisses. Six years of catching up to do. And Josh was in no hurry to get into bed with Cody. Though if it happened tonight he wouldn't complain.
"Remember Joshy," breathed Cody, breaking the kiss and stroking Josh's cheek tenderly, "No rushing."
"We've waited six years," Josh moaned back, "I don't want to fuck anything up now.."
"How about we go back to the hotel….you need rest," Cody said, "Don't want you being sidelined with a torn MCL and ACL."
"Yeah…" moaned Josh.
Cody switched both showers off, and took Josh's small hand in his own, leading him back to the benches, and both men silently changed into their street clothes, barely exchanging many words even during the drive back to the hotel. Josh was nervous as hell, and so was Cody.
Luckily the hotel seemed pretty quiet when they returned, and not many fans were lurking in the lobby. As soon as they were in the elevator, however, Josh turned to Cody.
"Coddles," he said, and Cody noted Josh had his iPhone in his hand.
"What?" he asked.
"Come here a second."
Cody did so.
Josh placed his lips softly on Cody's and then took a picture.
"Joshy?" Cody asked as Josh broke the kiss.
"I want to remember today when I'm a dying old man," Josh said, tears in his eyes, "Match of my career, and the man of my dreams."
"I never knew you were so sentimental," grinned Cody.
"Hid it because I always get hurt," Josh said sadly, "That's why I became what I became."
"Joshy, let's not talk about the past anymore," Cody ordered, "What matters is now baby. I love you."
"I love you too," Josh replied, as the elevator dinged and the doors slid open.
"C'mon, my room's just down here," Cody said, "I can show you my graphic novel as well. I don't know if Mikey or Lay ever told you about it."
Josh finally understood that cryptic remark from Briley Pierce all those months ago. So that's what he meant when he talked about Cody fancying himself as an artist now.
"Actually, Briggles, sorry, Briley mentioned something," he said, "But just said you were fancying yourself as an artist."
Cody giggled.
"I won't be winning any awards but it's been a relaxing road hobby," he said, swiping his keycard and opening the door.
"I would say PJs and a bottle of rosé, but somehow that doesn't seem appropriate," grinned Josh.
"The old days, ahh," Cody said, "But like I said, let's not talk about the past."
Josh followed Cody into the hotel room, taking care to remove his shoes before flumping happily onto the bed. He watched Cody also remove his still-comically-oversized trainers before he too, took his place on the bed next to his new beau.
"Hey you," he said, the biggest, happiest smile on his pretty, moustached face.
"Hey you," Josh beamed back, planting another kiss on Cody's pouty yet bristled lips. The moustache if anything made the kisses better for him. It was soft, not coarse too; "So, show me your comic!"
"Graphic novel Joshy," corrected Cody, and he reached for his sketchpad and opened it, "So, this is my central character, Agent P, and he's ridding the world of nasty, slutty gays."
Josh started giggling and shaking his head. Oh Cody. Only him.
"Hey, that character looks alarmingly like…"
"Muscle mary, yes," Cody said.
"You're an awesome cartoonist, you got his face perfectly!" Josh said, "This is a modern day Slam book isn't it Coddles, admit it?"
"You got me, it is, of sorts," Cody said, "Of course we have the villainous Wolfman."
"No need to ask who that is!" chuckled Josh, cuddling closer to Cody as they continued to leaf through the sketchpad.
"And here," Cody said proudly, "Is the nastiest villain. The jug-eared, troutfaced mutt. Spreading HIV like muck off a slurry truck."
"Oh Cody, never change. Please," Josh said, howling with laughter, especially at the caricatures of Jack. Cody really had captured everything about Jack's features, "So explain Agent P?"
"On Codiasi, that's what some fans call me, it's a Disney character who is a platypus," Cody grinned, "I can laugh at myself Joshy you know."
"Oh Cody," laughed Josh, "I fucking love you. I've missed you SO MUCH."
"Nothing can describe how much I've missed YOU," replied Cody, "My Joshy."
"Your Joshy," mewed Josh…it made him MELT to hear Cody say that. He was CODY'S. Nobody else's.
Cody folded the sketchpad and placed it aside.
"All mine," he said, stroking Josh's cheek, "So pretty….better looking than any of the roster."
"Stop it," Josh said, blushing.
"Not allowed to compliment?" asked Cody, "I'll compliment you all I want. So there."
And he blew a raspberry.
Cody was BACK. The big kidness and all.
Downstairs in the hotel bar, Ted DiBiase was nursing a cold beer. Today had been a ride for him as well. Although he'd already accepted the split from his five year relationship with Cody, he knew that his baby boy was now happy, with the man he loved and wanted, and that was enough. Of course Ted was sad. Anyone in his position would be. But he was mature and adult enough to deal with it, and see if he could move on.
"Hey there Deebo," came a suave voice, and Ted looked up into the handsome face of Johnny Curtis, of course now better known as Fandango.
"Hey Curtis," replied Ted, "Or do you prefer Fon..Donnnn…go when the cameras are off to?"
Johnny chuckled. He got this ALL the time but he supposed it was just part of having that gimmick.
"How you doing?" he asked, "Saw you drinking alone. Want to bore me with whats troubling you?"
"Sure," Ted replied, shuffling up so Johnny could sit down, "I think you can guess."
"Anyone could," Johnny said, "Sucks what happened bro. You guys were an awesome couple."
"I'm not bitter and I don't hate him," Ted insisted, "We're still very close friends. Just wasn't working out. I helped set them up by the way. Any idiot could have seen that Coddles really wanted Josh. Sad really. I don't feel hurt."
"But you were with the dude for five years, and engaged and shit," Johnny said, "I couldn't do that man…it was like he was using you."
"We talked about it, and I know him well enough to know when he's not lying," Ted said, "He's been nothing but honest about everything. He did love me. But it's only been the past year that he's lost the battle…..sucks but that's just life. Roll with it, move on. He's happy. Josh is happy. And I'm happy to be honest. Josh is my friend too…,I couldn't not be his bud…"
"Can't have one without the other though….when I…got with Josh at FCW 4 years ago, Codeman was with him then as well…he only left us alone when he went to call you or something."
"To new beginnings," Ted said, slight smile on his handsome, goatee'd face.
"Ditto man," Johnny said, "If it makes you feel any better. Least the guy you were dating didn't turn out to be a cheating skank and a total asshole with it. I always get suckered in by selfish pricks. Guys are more calculating than chicks, I swear! I thought dating guys would be easier and no headfucking!"
"Did wonder what happened between you and Gabriel, and why he's back to his old asshole self," Ted said.
"Cheated on me numerous times with Barrett," Johnny said, "And then started just behaving like an asshole in general."
"He always was," Ted said.
"So what you doing tonight?" asked Johnny.
Back in Cody's hotel room, the boys were still cuddled up on the bed, still in their street clothes. Cody had his Macbook open and was showing Josh some old photos of their nights out, from circa 2008. Just before Ted debuted.
"I know we said let's forget the past," he was saying, "But all these time, I kept having flashbacks…to the early days."
"Pre-Ted?" asked Josh.
"Exactly," Cody said, ears a little pink, "We were so different back then."
"We were a real pair of assholes rerally," Josh said, "I know people like Massaro, Korpela, Melina and obviously Dickstra deserved it. We talk about Gabriel's reign of terror, but maybe we were the ones who were doing the reign of terror."
"Yeah," Cody admitted, "Brandi and I went though my old laptop cos she was intrigued to see what I was like back in the day…I showed her some of the videos we used to make."
"When we played pranks on the top carders and legends?" grinned Josh.
"Exactly those," Cody said.
"Oh my God, show me! I want to see!" begged Josh.
"Just a second," Cody said, and he reached into his bag and pulled out his old, infamous, lenseless Off Duty glasses and placed them on his face. With his moustache he now looked like a 1960s boardroom executive.
"All you need is a bowler hat," smirked Josh, "But Omigod, its so good to see you in those again."
"I never snapped them, I couldn't," Cody said.
"Good, cos you look adorable as fuck in them," Josh said, kissing him.
Cody kissed him right back.
"Dr Runnels," Josh said, a soppy smile on his face as Cody clicked open a folder of pictures. Taken in what looked like the sleaziest gay bar in the world, with photos of him, Josh, Layla (with curly hair), Mickie James, and Victoria. They were your classic hold-camera Facebook type photos. Another one was of just Cody, Josh and a young shirtless man.
"Who's he?" asked Josh.
"Cant remember his name," Cody said, "I remember he added us both on Facebook the next day. Hang on. You fucked him."
"Did I? Oh fuck….totally forgotten," Josh said, "That's awful. I bet we never acknowledged him at all once we left for the next town. Wonder what he's doing now?"
Another picture had Layla and Mickie making out, with Victoria pulling a hilarious, over-the-top shocked face behind them.
"Blackmail material," giggled Josh.
"I sometimes wondered if Lay is into women," Cody said, "She never seemed to try and get with guys…but would make out with other Divas. In another folder Brandi found one of her and Barbie making out…in just bras."
"Oh my," Josh said, "Wonder if she is secretly with one of the divas and just hasn't told us? Who's your money on?"
"AJ," Cody said without so much as a second of hesitation, "Why can I imagine them being a hot couple. The veteran and the newbie."
"Or Kaitlyn?" Josh said, "I got femslash vibes when they started having them tag a few months back."
"Well she also had a teaser feud with AJ," countered Cody.
"I'm convinced Kaitlyn is gay," Josh said, "Something about her. I know she's a tomboy but I can't see her with a guy."
"We should play love detective and find out," Cody grinned, closing the laptop, "But first…"
He placed it aside and pulled Josh to him, tenderly placing his lips on Josh's. Josh reciprocated the kiss, whimpering a little as they just lay there, softly kissing, taking their time, just being with one another.
Josh began to kiss down Cody's chin and then around to his neck, where he of course knew, from frequent tell-all stories, that Cody's neck was one of his weakest spots. And the whining mewl that left the ravenette's mouth a moment later confirmed this.
"Oh Joshy…." He breathed.
"See…pays to tell me everything about your sex life," giggled Josh.
"Don't stop!" moaned Cody, "Joshy…more baby."
Josh resumed slowly kissing and sucking at the sensitive spot on the younger man's neck, now starting to lose himself in this moment. They had all night.
Back in the bar, Ted and Johnny Curtis were both pretty drunk on the beers they'd been knocking back, and were now getting loud and stupid, recalling bad memories on the road, terrible matches..
"Aw man we should turn in," Johnny was saying, "Otherwise I'll be trying to waltz Summer with a major hangover."
"Lightweight," teased Ted.
"Hey, no Sheamus to get you paralytic, retain your dignity Deebs," Johnny was chuckling, "Could always come hang out in my room tonight?"
Ted stared at him.
Johnny stared right back.
But then they both went right back to their beer bottles and drained them both almost simulataneously.
Something had flashed between the two men.
And Johnny had just invited Ted to his room. Bros didn't do that normally.
"Y'know," Johnny said, looking a touch more serious now, "You'll get over Codeman soon enough…you're a good lookin' guy. Plenty of others would snap you up."
"Oh really…" Ted drawled.
"And some guys like the cowboy accent," Johnny continued. "I know I like my guys more on the manly side. Maybe that's my problem. I pick ones who are more like chicks."
"Riley? The cookie cutter quarterback player, found in every high school?" Ted scoffed.
"Until he opens his big mouth," Johnny said, "Then he's what they called...aww man…Muscle Maggie or whatever."
"Muscle mary!" Ted said, howling with laughter, "You got lots to learn kid."
"I know my way around a fella's body thanks," Johnny said, "Unless you don't think I'm good enough to be gay cos I can't name five Madonna tunes."
"What makes you think I can?" hit back Ted.
"Who cares about that when you have an ass like yours," Johnny said, going for total broke.
Ted went crimson. Was Johnny flirting with him? OIr just drunken banter?
"Whatcha tryin' to say?" he drawled.
"I'm sayin.." Johnny said, slurring a little as he edged closer to the Mississippi native, "You're hot. Everything I look for in a guy. Good looks, hot body…and a real man."
"Oh really?" Ted smirked back, "You're hot as well…glitterbutt."
"Hey, don't bracket me with the pussywhipped prince of parkour!" Johnny teased.
"All Morrison had going for him was a good set of abs," Ted said.
"Let's not talk about him," Johnny said, "So Deebs…fancy some company?"
"Why not," Ted said, standing up.
Johnny's eyes went straight to the khaki shorts which Ted's ample behind filled out VERY nicely. Ted was a hot piece of Southern ass. Johnny really wanted Ted right now. He always thought DiBiase was one of the hotter roster members but totally unavailable because he was Rhodes' property and anyone who tried flirting with Ted would have felt Cody's wrath.
How times change.
By now, Josh and Cody were passionately making out on the bed, still fully clothed, but each man's hand was wandering hastily over the other's bodies..
"Joshy," moaned Cody, "Lie back."
Josh rolled onto his back.
Cody climbed gently atop him and began to kiss down his neck, causing the smaller, older man to moan loudly. Cody reached under the t0shirt and gently ran his delicate fingers over what now felt like a really solid set of abs. He hadn't really got to properly look at Josh's body in their match, or even in the showers…but he knew that the once-skinny, petite, smooth, albeit inked twink had gone. Josh definitely had a wrestler's build now. Josh was whimpering very softly at his touch. He wasn't going to rush this. At all. Josh sat up and Cody deftly peeled the t-shirt over his spiky hair.
"Beautiful," Cody breathed, smiling.
He leaned down and slowly began to plant kisses over the solid but slim pecs, pausing to run his tongue around each small, hard nipple, enjoying the mewls coming from his smaller partner as he did so. Cody then began to kiss and tongue down those abs before finally coming to Josh's belt, enjoying the 'ADDICTED' waistband that was visible above it.
Josh just whined and mewed as Cody undid his belt, slowly and tantalisingly before unbuttoning his small jeans and sliding them down.
"Your legs…" sighed Cody.
They easily could have been those of a Bel Ami boy. Smooth, shapely, muscled thighs and slim calves and ankles. And that very skimpy set of briefs just made the sight that much more erotic. Especially the large bulge.
"You're a big boy Joshy," Cody said, as he gently removed Josh's socks along with the jeans.
"Just good underwear," Josh said, blushing and turning away.
"Oh really?" grinned Cody, reaching out and slowly stroking the bulge. Josh moaned sharply.
"Oh Cody..yes…please…touch me..touch me," he whimpered.
Cody continued to softly caress…he remembered where Josh said his weak spot was….his slim fingers crept down, lower still; until he was right between those age defying thighs of Josh; and slowly stroked…..very slowly. Josh almost came. His touch was incredible. And because it was fucking CODY doing it to him.
A wet spot was now forming on the pouch of the briefs.
"Want me to take these off baby?" Cody purred.
HIS VOICE. No trace of the lisp now.
Low. Masculine. So fucking HOT.
"Yeah…." Josh was already in pieces and this was just light foreplay.
Cody hooked his thumbs into the red and black waistband and yanked the briefs down, Josh cock springing into view.
Once Cody had pulled the material down those amazing legs, he just stared.
"Joshy. You are a big boy." He said, "Wow….you hid this from me all these years."
He reached down and idly began to jerk Josh's average-in-length, but way-above-average in girth cock. He was much better endowed than he thought he was. The bulge in Layla's shorts that the little man wore wasn't a codpiece then.
Cody was entranced by how much heat Josh packed into his usually very-tiny briefs. No wonder Miz always wanted to be bottom. Cody was already imagining what that would feel like…in his mouth….down his throat…and in his ass. He didn't care about their build and height differences. They'll find a way. Cody was craving that dick. But he knew he'd have to wait.
Josh was moaning and wriggling a little.
Cody leaned down, his blue eyes fixing upon Josh's. His pink, pouty lips opened and he took Josh into his mouth…now he was gonna show Josh some of his top tricks.
"Oh my…GOD!" moaned Josh. He always guessed that Cody would be amazing at head. But he didn't think the younger man was THIS damn good…oh my…Cody was…yes he was.,..deepthroating him.
Cody slowly released Josh from his mouth before shooting a naughty grin.
"Told you I can deepthroat," he smirked.
"Never doubted you for one second.."
Cody resumed his ministrations on Josh, enjoying the feel and taste of the older man's meat in his mouth. Part of him wanted Josh to cum in his mouth. But he knew there were infinite days for the rest of their lives for that…he licked the sensitive head before continuing to well and truly please his new beau.
"Cody….not fair.." Josh gasped, barely keeping himself together, "You're wearing too much."
"Patience boy," Cody said, laying next to the little man, "Climb on baby, I'm all yours."
Josh crawled onto Cody and began to kiss the younger man's neck once more, enjoying the moans that escaped Cody's lips. Cody's neck was one of, if not his most sensitive spots. Cody sat up as Josh's small hands nipped underneath his shirt and began to touch those perfect pectorals and abs…solid, ripped..defined muscles…Cody moaning softly at the touch. Josh peeled the material up and over Cody's head, knocking the lenseless glasses askew.
"Take those off," Josh purred.
Cody did so.
Now Josh could look into those sparkling, sapphire-blue eyes as their lips connected once more….the slim, tattooed body already feeling just perfect against Cody. Josh scooted down to remove Cody's blue gym shorts…down those breathtakingly beautiful legs….mmmm. Cody in some fitted ES briefs…HOT. And what a fucking bulge. Josh knew how well-endowed his now-lover-once-best-friend was….and Cody used to brag in his younger days about it.
Josh reached out almost in a trance to touch the large bulge. Cody whimpered as the small fingers made contact…..at last…at last….he'd dreamed of this…
"Please Joshy…" he whimpered, "Take them off…"
Josh grinned. Now it was HIS turn to show Cody some of his best bedroom skills. He deftly bit onto the waistband, emblazoned with the silver 'ES' logo..and slowly crawled backwards…pulling the material downward with his sparkling white teeth…his eyes widening at the length of muscle that sprang into view. Hung didn't even begin to describe Cody. Josh had never been with a guy this endowed before. EVER. And he'd been with a fuckload of guys.
And then there was those stunning hiplines..
How did he land such a hunk like Cody? It was like Josh was seeing that incredible body for the first time all over again. Once Josh had pulled the black briefs down those would-make-Stacy-Keibler-jealous legs and over Cody's feet, he scooted back up..and not taking his eyes off Cody's, began to slowly jerk Cody off…enjoying the way Cody's eyes shut and the wanton moans that began to leave his pouty, bristled lips.
"Joshyy…." Whined Cody, "Don't stop…please…your hands omigod…so good…"
"Frustrated?" grinned Josh.
"Y-yes," Cody whined, "Joshy…..come here….want to.."
Josh didn't even need Cody to tell him what he wanted…their minds were so in tune with each other. He crawled his lithe form around and his slim legs perched either side of Cody's head,his thick cock now above Cody's lips. Cody moaned and took Josh right into his mouth as Josh's hot little mouth finally engulfed Cody's large cock….the boy had to be at least eight. No exaggerating. Cody was HUNG. And Josh was taking great care to take ALL of him down; he fought off the gagging that threatened to leave his throat…relaxing his muscles…and Cody was ALL the way inside his mouth and down his throat. All this while Cody was deepthroating him…this was the hottest 69 he'd ever been in….he was moaning around Cody's length..
"Joshy…" moaned Cody…reluctantly removing Josh's dick from his mouth, "It's time baby….I want us to…"
"Me…too…" mewed Josh, "Cody….I…who…"
Who was going to bottom first? They were both bottoms….both boys knew this curveball would be thrown their way.
"Joshy…I…" Cody was about to tell Josh what he was really craving. He was aching to take Josh. He'd fantasised about being possessed by that small body so many times.
"I want YOU inside me Cody," Josh said, "Please….you're so big…and it's you….would you…do it for me?"
"For you Joshy….anything," moaned Cody, voice still low, masculine and so fucking erotic. There was always tomorrow morning…
"Be…gentle Cody…" Josh was whimpering, "You're….a very big boy…"
"I will baby….tell me to stop if you hurt," Cody said…as Josh rolled the right way and their lips met once more in passionate kisses.
Josh pulled Cody around and atop him…his small hand caressing its way down that lean, muscular body…resting on Cody's perfect bubble butt.
"Wait there a sec," Cody purred, and he leaned over to his sports bag…he still always kept his condoms and lube on him.
"Cody.." Josh said as he saw Cody pick a condom sachet up, "I….want all of you. I trust you baby. I don't want anyone else. Ever."
"Are you sure Joshy?" asked Cody, uncapping the lubricant.
Josh nodded, eyes wet with tears.
Cody leaned back over, tenderly kissing Josh as he coated his fingers with lubricant…and, using his other hand to idly touch Josh..
"Cody….further down..touch my ass…." Josh whimpered.
"You're like a little woman Joshy, your sensitive bits are all down here," teased Cody as he began to touch once more inside those petite thighs…enjoying the whimpers leaving Josh's lips.
"Shut up," moaned Josh, "Love me Cody…please."
Cody's slicked fingers expertly travelled between those spread slim legs, touching Josh's entrance, slowly pushing his forefinger inside…surprised, he'd admit…how tight the boy was there after his slutty past. Josh cried out with pleasure as he felt the finger; followed closely by Cody's middle finger, enter him…slowly and sensually scissoring…taking his time…this was enough…Josh was nervous at taking Cody though. Jack Swagger was the biggest he'd had so far. Cody was bigger. By a considerable amount.
Cody was relishing how Josh responded so well to his touching; he was most definitely a natural sub/bottom. But a hung bottom. Especially for his build. Cody was so lucky; how did he manage to land such a perfect man…so what if Josh was short? Being tall wasn't everything and he made up for it elsewhere.
Cody was now satisfied Josh was relaxed enough. He squirted a large amount of lubricant into his palm and began to coat his weeping cock. He'd never forgive himself if he rushed and hurt his precious boy. He then rubbed some more lube at Josh's entrance. Josh's legs were raised, the small hands propping them up…he was SO ready. Cody was ready.
He knelt between them, pausing to shoot a loving smile at his partner who returned it, before gently lining up, pushing against the small but oh-so-perfect ass.
And missed.
"Cody…" breathed Josh, his low voice sending the hairs on the back of Cody's neck upright, "It's OK honey…try again.."
Cody pushed again…Josh pushing back…
"OWWWWWW!" cried Josh. Oh GOOD GOD it hurt like fuck. It was like a red hot poker was being held there…it was like the night he lost his virginity all over again. Justin in Queer As Folk. He felt JUST LIKE THAT. He was tense…his inked chest rising and falling..sweat beading on his forehead.
"Joshy…I'm hurting you," Cody gasped…and made to pull out…but Josh's smooth legs clamped around him like a vice.
"NO!" Josh said, "Just need…to adjust….more Cody…pain is part of it. You should know!"
Cody pushed in some more, another howl of pain escaping Josh; who used his legs to lock Cody in and make him go further, the small man's eyes rolled back and a loud gasp sounded from his lips as he suddenly felt VERY full. Literally..no escaping this now. Cody was INSIDE HIM. He'd waited six fucking years for this moment. He was whimpering. Whining. Moaning. His prostate was already starting to tingle.
His arms reached and clasped around Cody's neck.
Cody was gasping too; the tight warm heat surrounding him was like nothing he'd ever felt before, and looking down at that beautiful little face, the hair still spiky, those youthful slightly chubby cheeks, his twinklike body…Josh smiled as his chest continued to rise and fall…he nodded.
"Fuck me Cody," he breathed.
That went STRAIGHT to Cody's cock and he swore that this moment would be embossed on his brain forever. He began to slowly move in and out, Josh's legs around him like a vice; Josh instantly began to moan with lust and need…he was NOT going to be quiet. Oh this was everything he'd craved! Everything he'd ever want….YES…YES!
Cody was moaning as well…this was already…shaping up to be…the best..ever.
"OH CODY! YES! CODY!" cried Josh.
Cody was enjoying how vocal Josh was being. He didn't care if the entire fucking corridor heard them…He leaned down to claim Josh's lips which Josh eagerly returned…moaning against his lips…every one of his senses completely blown to smithereens already…
"Ohhh! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhh!" Josh was moaning. His voice so high-pitched…he did sound like a girl..but Cody didn't even care…He'd never seen Josh so..passionate..Josh was loving him right back..kissing him..clinging to him like his life depended on it.
Josh arched up a little..and then a shrill cry left him as he felty Cody stab him right in the centre of his prostate.
"Just there! THERE!" he cried, "Oh CODY…I fucking LOVE YOU SO MUCH.."
Cody was not going to quieten him.
He began to move faster. And faster. Josh's cries louder…and louder with each thrust.
Sweat was slowly trickling down those petite pecs and abs..
Josh was whining..mewling…crying out….he'd never had sex like this in his life. Because it was with a man he truly fucking LOVED.
This was just…words couldn't doi justice to the feelings racing through his veins and his mind.
His legs were tingling…his insides were bubbling up…he could feel it approaching and nothing would stop. It never will stop. He was going to let it consume him.
"I'm close Joshy…" panted Cody, "Joshy…come with me. Please. Baby. Come with me."
Josh couldn't even SPEAK anymore…he just cried out incoherently…his orgasm now thundering up his body like an express train hurtling through a tunnel….this was it…no stopping now…
Cody couldn't take anymore…the tattooed arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders..those smooth legs, sweaty but still locked around his body for dear life..the warm heat..the fact that it was HIS JOSHY he was inside…he was so fucking close…he was going to explode…he began to speed up,…really possessing the small body beneath him, Josh now full-on screaming. Josh had never screamed this much in sex. Ever.
And his nerves were throwing in the towel…he could feel it..one more should do it…
A defeaning scream reverberated around the room…as a rope of semen shot all up the petite body…Josh was coming…Cody only had to feel the muscle squeezing his cock before he too lost it…his staccato cries providing a delicious bass not to Josh's higher pitched screams as jet after jet of the small man's essence coated his body..THEIR bodies…Cody exploding inside Josh…so much that his release leaked right back out. It was literally like fireworks were going off right above their heads; both men lost in space…their minds and souls blown…
"C-Cody…" whined Josh, already spent but still being stimulated, "K-Keep going…I'm gonna…go again…you're…just there…JUIST THERE…"
"Joshy….you're…"
"KEEP GOING!" wailed Josh, "I've waited six fucking years for this baby!"
Cody was exhausted but he continued to move….his essence now providing even more lubrication…Josh was gasping and shining with sweat but he was still locking Cody tight….
"OhhhH! OHHH!" Josh was wailing, "YES! OMIGOD CODY….I LOVE…YOUU…"
The final word was lost in the second scream as Josh's already-battered prostate led him to a second, drier orgasm…he'd read about men very occasionally having multiples too…and Cody was in the just the right angle to enable him to experience this myth of male sexuality…
He couldn't come anymore…he was done. Totally spent. Completely exhausted…a husk with spiky brown hair and tattoos.
"Wow…." Panted Cody..gently pulling out of the spent body and laying beside his beau…kissing him tenderly, "That..was…"
"Everything I'd ever dreamed about and hoped for…and more," Josh said…shaking…and he dissolved into tears…totally emotionally overwhelmed by the experience..
"Hey…it's OK baby…c'mon…" Cody said, hugging the smaller man tight, "Don't cry…please.."
"Happy tears," Josh sobbed, "Fucking happy tears…you have just made this old man feel more alive than he's done in years…made me the happiest old guy on earth…I love you Cody..so fucking much. Don't leave me. Please."
"I'll never leave you again Joshua," sniffled Cody, hugging him as tightly as he could now, "Forever Joshy…forever. I'm in this till the day I die. I love you baby…sssh…ssh ssh."
Ted was sat on Johnny Curtis' hotel room bed as the flamboyant dancer retrieved two beers from the mini bar.
"Anyone tell you that those loud pants you wear make you look like something out a gay club?" he remarked.
"Don't tell me you don't love it Deebs," smirked Johnny. He'd got this far. He hoped Ted wasn't going to get cold feet now. Ted looked gorgeous tonight…and on the way back from the bar his eyes had not left Ted's amazing ass. And those perfect legs poking out from the shorts as Ted just sat casually on the bed. Slight bit of hair too….which turned Johnny on even more. Ted was all man. The kind Johnny had wanted for ages now. He'd thought he'd got that with Alex Riley…but his manliness was a total window dressing for his bitchy slut personality. Johnny decided that he'd got nothing to lose tonight.
He sat right next to Ted as he handed the southern man his beer.
"Thanks," Ted grinned, well aware of Johnny's eyes wandering over his body. When Johnny had first debuted as Fandango….Ted was enchanted. Johnny had always been hot, especially as 'Dirty Curty' but as a ballrome dancer with his elegant movements and lightfooted athleticism in the ring….and this happening not long after he and Cody had amiably ended their relationship….well…he just hoped Cody wouldn't get jealous.
Now he was in Johnny's hotel room…and his cock was stirring at the closeness of the other man. Even Johnny's cologne was masculine enough to send Ted's hormones running into overdrive. Maybe getting over Cody wouldn't be so difficult after all. He wasn't on the rebound.
"Hot in here isn't it," purred Johnny seductively.
"Better take my shirt off," Ted drawled back, a mischievous grin on his pretty face.
Johnny almost came in his pants….fuck Ted's accent just went straight to his groin. Ted was so close now Johnny could smell his cologne and faint hint of tobacco. He was such a damn cowboy.
Ted slowly removed his orange Obey t-shirt and shuffled closer to Johnny. He was getting more and more turned on. He was sure Johnny wanted him…the way he was just looking at him – it was definitely predatory. And Ted liked it. He knew enough about Johnny to know that he was pretty dominant in bed. Even with this new gimmick.
And Johnny made his move.
He pushed Ted down on the bed and clamped his goateed lips over Ted's soft, pouty ones. Such kissable lips…
Ted moaned in response and eagerly kissed right back, his tongue wrestling for dominance with Johnny's….what a fucking electrifying kiss.
"You surprise me Johnny," he drawled as Johnny broke it, eyes flashing with lust, his beery breath hitting Ted's face in short bursts.
"You're a fucking hot kisser Teddy," Johnny panted back.
"Fuck…your Fandango voice is so fucking hot in the bedroom," Ted panted, his cock now painfully hard in his khaki shorts.
Johnny was already kissing sultrily down Ted's pecs….his tongue exploring the smooth skin. He kissed each one of Ted's six-pack before his delicate hands caressed the Missisippi native's love handles…which Ted had always hated about himself but Cody always told him how hot he was with them. And now it seemed, so did Johnny.
Johnny unbuckled the khaki shorts and slid them down Ted's legs. Ted moaned.
"Can tell nobody's paid you attention in a while," purred Johnny, without realising that he'd slipped into character as Fandango. His throaty, husky voice was making every hair on Ted's skin stand on end. Turning him on even more.
Johnny made light work of Ted's boxers and then…with a lustful grin on his face..began to touch Ted between his legs. Ted moaned loudly…Christ it had been ages since he'd had any contact from someone beside himself. He moaned and mewed some more as Johnny's cool fingers closed around his cock and balls, slowly caressing.
"Better Teddy?" Johnny purred, "Feel good?"
Ted nodded, moaning some more. Fuck he felt so easy. But he didn't care….the first person since Cody to touch him in this way.
Johnny straddled Ted's chest…his sports shorts bulging. Ted's blue eyes widened….Johnny was a big guy…even his tight flamboyant ring pants didn't do him justice.
"Take them off Teddy boy," Johnny rasped.
Ted was like a kid on Christmas morning, ripping the shorts down…..wait…no underwear?
"Surprised? Always commando after a show," Johnny said, smirking.
Ted leaned up…and his pouty lips engulfed Johnny's cock. Johnny moaned hoarsely as Ted got to work on him. The manly Southern cowboy was awesome at head? Fuck. Ted had hidden that. But then Rhodes did always have a smile on his face. Johnny, still moaning throatily with need, looked around him to just take in the hunky body of this new lover. He hoped Ted wouldn't just be a one night thing. Wrestling Ted at house shows didn't help at all. No wonder his matches with Cody were so sexually tense they could make anyone watching them horny as fuck…Johnny had been close to climaxing in his flared pants the entire time he'd wrestled Ted at the last one. And now he was finally acting on the lust he had for this hot piece of third-generation wrestler.
"Teddy….enough…" he purred, before he came down Ted's throat.
Ted just grinned up at him as he released him.
Johnny peeled off his shorts from his legs along with his vest so he too was naked.
He reached over to his sports bag, his naked ass now winking in the light of the room. Ted thought Johnny, despite being a dominant alpha male in bed…had a very fuckable butt. But Ted was feeling very different tonight. Ted was feeling submissive. Ted had had submissive fantasies for a while now. Why else had he taken time during his various injury recoveries to work on his large butt? Ted was proud of his ass. Cody had complimented him on it enough over the years (and still did. When they'd gotten over their split and discussed meeting men in the future, Cody had told Ted that with a booty like his, men would be fighting to get in his bed and if Ted didn't pull soon, Cody would drag him on a night out and make him hook up. But anyway)
"Tell me Teddybear," Johnny rasped, still with the pure Fandango voice, "What would you like baby….you're a frustrated young man."
"Johnny," moaned Ted, "Please.."
"Please what Teddy, I need a hint," grinned Johnny.
Ted raised his legs. He rolled over onto all fours, arching his back more wantonly than he'd ever acted.
Johnny almost passed out. This was so hot. So fucking hot.
"Oh Teddy," he maoned, forgetting his husky screen voice and just letting lsut take over, "For fucks sake, sit on my face!"
Ted smirked.
"Want a piece of this?" he said, sexily wiggling his hips.
He lowered his body over Johnny, whose hands grabbed him by the thighs and a nimble tongue shot between his thick, round ass cheeks.
Johnny was rimming Ted like it was the last time he could do it. This ass was begging for it. Ted was moaning and mewling like a common whore. Was there anything this hot, raven-haired dancing stud COULDN'T do well in bed? He was fucking God's GIFT to pleasing a man! But he needed more. Ted was desperate for a fuck. One thing he'd say about Cody….Cody topped far too little. Cody was too much of a bottom himself to realise how much Ted enjoyed also being on the receiving end.
"Oh Johnny….." Ted gasped, "Keep that up and I'lll cum.."
"Control yourself Teddy," Johnny moaned, "We're here all night baby. Just slow down and enjoy it."
"Johnny, I want you…I need you to.." whimpered Ted, clambering off Johnny and then heaving Johnny off the bed and atop his 230 pound frame, "Please Johnny."
Johnny was itching to be inside that amazing ass. But he was making the most of exploring Ted's body just in case the young blonde didn't want another night with him. He was going into this encounter with no expectations.
He took the lubricant and squirted some over his two fingers, his hand travelling between Ted';s juicy thighs and to that warm entrance. Ted was a tight one. But from what Johnny heard, Rhodes wasn't exactly lacking between the legs so he was no booty virgin.
Ted shut his eyes and whined needily as he felt the fingers invade him.
"Ohhh….yeah…been fucking ages!" he gasped, "You have no idea how much I want this Johnny.."
He really was gagging for it.
Johnny was a gentleman. And he was about to go all the way with his own fantasy gentleman. He was a little nervous…what if he couldn't please Ted? It would all have been for nothing. And it would kill him to know that he would always be compared to Cody.
He placed Ted's legs on his shoulders as he coated his cock in lube. Ted had slapped his hand away from the condoms, which to Johnny was a really good sign. It meant Ted wanted to be with more than just one night only.
"I trust you Johnny," mewed Ted, chest rising and falling, his whole body aching with ecstasy already.
Johnny carefully lined up, his eyes not leaving Ted's. He reached down to softly stroke Ted's flushed cheek as the tip of his cock brushed the blonde's entrance. Ted moaned softly. Johnny pushed a bit more. Ted suddenly cried out in pain, and crushing hot walls suddenly enveloped Johnny. Fuck. Oh holy shit, Ted was a tight, tight boy.
"Oww!" whined Ted.
"I'm hurting you…Teddy, please," Johnny said, motioning to pull out. But Ted, sluttily especially for him…pushed his ass forward to keep Johnny sheathed inside.
"Johnny, it's OK," he panted, "Just…been a while that's all honey…"
Oh my. Being called honey in that heavy accent caused Johnny to almost melt. He was fucking anybody's now. If Ted wanted him to do anything, Johnny would do it if it meant being asked in that ACCENT. He slowly began to move, Ted's ankles still resting on his shoulders, that pretty smile now on Ted's face as he began to moan in pleasure, his neglected prostate responding to this stimulation…it had been so long since he'd been fucked. And it was so WORTH the WAIT!
"Ohh! Ohhh! OHHHH!" Ted was moaning..his voice high pitched.
"Feel good Teddy?" Johnny rasped, Fandango voice returning.
Ted nodded.
"Been…so long Johnny…I'm yours..do what you like to me!" gasped Ted, "I won't break. More Johnny. Give it to me."
Johnny began to speed up, feeling the cool, soft globes of flesh bounce off his abdomen as he began to well and truly see to the blonde Southerner beneath him, Ted's moans becoming louder and louder, more slutty with every thrust. Ted was fucking loving it. It was just what he fucking wanted…what he fucking NEEDED! Oh Jonny! Don't stop! Please don't stop!
Ted could feel it…he was resisting the urge to jerk his cock…could Johnny make him cum?
Fuck knows he needed that. He needed to be made to cum. It would sort out all his problems; please Johnny. Make Ted cum.
Johnny's rough, hoarse growls were mixing with Ted's unusually high-pitched whines and stifled cries. Ted was being louder in sex than he'd ever been. He was truly letting himself go.
Oh. Fuck.
Ted could feel it. Please Johnny…more.
More.
His skin was slowly setting alight. More Johnny.
"Johnny!" he cried, "Fucking go for it. Fuck me like you mean it damnit!"
Johnny smirked lasciviously.
Your wish is his command, cowboy.
He folded Ted almost in half and really began to go to town on him, skin slapping against skin, the very scent of testosterone and man sweat now filling the room…the bed crashing against the wall, Ted now….oh fuck, Johnny was getting close at the mere idea. Ted was fucking SCREAMING.
Ted couldn't cope anymore..he was gonna fucking explode. He could feel it shooting all through his legs, boiling behind his abs. His entire lower body was on fire.
"OH JOHNNY! FUCK!" he bellowed, as the first rope of semen finally shot up his abs and pecs, "OH YES! FUCK! YESSS!"
Ted was having one of the best orgasms of his life and he was NOT going to be silenced. He was coming almost as much as Cody used to…
Johnny began to growl and grunt…his entire soul being pulled out of him into Ted. He was so close as well…Ted was still cumming.
At last.
Johnny bellowed mannishly as he too exploded; Ted riding the last wave of his epic climax just as Johnny collided head-first with his own. Ted wrapped his legs tightly around Johnny's body, taking everything Johnny gave him.
It was over.
Ted was over Cody.
Cody was over Ted.
Josh was falling asleep, his flushed head on Cody's chest, Cody kissing the forehead lovingly. The tears had stopped and now Josh was too exhausted to function. Cody was tired too but he just let Josh sleep. Been a heck of a day.
His phone buzzed.
Curious, Cody picked it up, about to sass out whomever it was in case they woke little Josh.
From: Teddy Prince Jr
Just wanna say Coddles. God bless you and Josh and have a wonderful life together : ) I'm so grateful we can still be friends. Can we meet tomorrow for breakfast? Love Teddy xx
Cody smiled to himself. He was the happiest boy on earth. He had the man he loved laying on his chest after the best sex of his life, and the other man he loved was now his closest friend. He most definitely could have his metaphorical cake and eat it.
To: Teddy Prince Jr.
Of course we can :D Teddy you're a sweetheart…I know I put you through so much cos I was a stubborn asshole : ( Text me when you wanna meet for breakfast cos I know we both have tomorrow off hehehe xxxxx
Ted responded almost instantly.
From: Teddy Prince Jr
Knowing you, it'll be brunch : P All those years of sex to catch up on : P For once I am gonna be grilling YOU about last night so prepare yourself! Xxx
Josh made the most adorable mewing sound and he rubbed his eyes.
"Go back to sleep baby," Cody said, "Sorry, was tapping loudly wasn't I?"
"And the light," Josh said, "Who you texting?"
"Teddy, asking if we can meet tomorrow morning for breakfast," Cody said, "I said I'll let him know what time we're ready."
"He's gonna be you and ask us to tell EVERYTHING," Josh said, yawning and resting his head back on Cody's chest, "Coddles…come sleep."
"OK baby," Cody said, "Love you."
"Love you more," Josh said, eyes getting heavy. And he was once more asleep before Cody even placed his iPhone back on the bedside cabinet.
Sorry this was so freaking long (again!).
I have been planning this chapter since the end of last year but only wrote it in June and July. It was how I always wanted the Champs Choice series (two freaking years OMG) to finish. Josh and Cody. As a pairing. And I know it wasn't their first match up but again, I'd had this thought in my head for ages.
And just because my OTP Codiase broke up, they BOTH had to be happy (and still be close friends obviously). KJ/Kyle introduced me to 'Tedango' but as Johnny Curtis is already a player in this series it seemed like a logical pairing anyway. Johnny's previous lovers included A-Ry and Gabriel so about time he had a nice boy. And Ted needed someone good enough to get him over Cody.
I really hope you enjoyed this even if these aren't your favourite pairings!
