First I want to thank the few reviewers I still have for the much appreciated, lovely comments. Sorry, I'm too damn lazy to reply to each one personally :-P
Second, this didn't take me as long as I thought it would. And hopefully there will be no other German story again this time taking away my concentration and thrive.
Here you go.
Chapter: Injuries, Illusions and Idiocy
Warning: Slash, mentions of Smut, Idiocy, mentions of Drug Abuse, some Fluff and Angst
Disclaimer: Eh, I own nothing. Just a wicked mind and a funny muse :)
It hadn't taken them long to get back to Ra... to their bus, Cody still partly angry at his lover that he had allowed that spot but also concerned about what the MRT might show. Sure, it seemed like a small injury, but with Randy's history of neck- and shoulder problems, you never knew.
When they had stepped into the bus, Alana had already been in her PJ's, sprawled out on their bed and watching TV, Ted right next to her but more focused on his iPhone. Only when Cody closed the door behind him, did the man look up from whatever he'd been doing and send them a wry smile, acknowledging their presence with a nod.
They'd bid him 'GoodBye' quickly, knowing they had let him wait long enough. Not that Ted had really minded. But Cody was sure he had other things to do and other places to be, promising his friend a beer the next time they'd meet which the other gratefully accepted before he left the pair alone with a rather sleepy little girl.
"Is daddy injured again?"
Well, obviously she had watched, too.
"Yeah. But it's nothing bad, sweetheart. Daddy will be just fine."
While Randy had gone straight for a shower, Cody was left sitting with Alana, the little one taking a seat on his lap as soon as he'd settled down on the bed. Not that he minded.
"Did Uncle Stu huwt him?"
"By accident, sweetheart. Daddy's just having a stiff neck. A few weeks rest and everything will be good again."
Their driver had the night of as they wouldn't leave town before tomorrow noon. They still had all those interviews to attend. Not really an appealing thought right then.
"So, daddy will stay at home?"
Cody could see the questioning sparkle in the little squirrel's eyes, the girl who despite being sleepy still asked way too many questions. He just wished Randy would hurry up so they could finally get some sleep.
"Yes, he will."
"Good."
He sighed quietly when he realized that Alana had dozed off in his lap, carefully raising her off his lap and placing her on the bed. Just when he tucked her in, Randy reappeared from the showers, already clad in boxershorts and shirt, ready for the night.
"She's glad you're injured. Well... that you'll stay at home for a while."
"Guessed that."
Randy leaned down to brush a kiss against Cody's hair, inhaling the sweet scent of pine-apple from the younger's shower-gel. He'd taken the chance to get ready at the arena already, long before Randy's match had even started.
"At least one of us."
Nodding, Cody showed his agreement, the smile on his lips not quite reaching his eyes.
"Come on, let's get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a long day."
The younger couldn't disagree with that, getting up to strip off his sweat-pants and his shirt. It was way too warm inside the bus to be sleeping with a shirt on and they had Alana between them anyways, adding extra-heat under the blankets, a fact he could live with but wasn't too fond of. Next time he'd rather sleep in a hotel with two separate beds instead of sharing one that was already too small with a little, giddy funball who'd wake them up before sunrise.
Jesus, he was a grumpy bitch tonight. Hopefully that would change in the morning.
However, the next morning did see Cody in the exact same mood. He hadn't been able to sleep well, if it had been for the lack of space, the constant kicking of little Alana in her dreams, or Randy's -though quiet- annoying snoring. He didn't know what had kept him awake most of the night, but it didn't really matter anyways. He was up and out of bed long before his lover and that little squirrel, already having showered and dressed as well as having prepared breakfast when Alana joined him in the kitchen-area. Big brown eyes looked sleepily up at him, the smile on her tiny lips as sweet as sugar as he greeted her with a kiss to her forehead.
No matter his grumpy mood and his rather bad thoughts, seeing her in that state just warmed his heart.
"Is daddy still asleep?"
The girl nodded her head, clutching her little Teddy close to her as she stood in front of him, turning her head to the counter to see the sandwiches on there, ready to be devoured. Cody followed her gaze with a smile, shaking his head as he had to stifle a chuckle. That girl was definitely Randy's. The same appetite the older had, even in her young age already.
"How about you brush your teeth first and I wake up daddy so we can eat together? Daddy and I still have a few interviews to do before you two fly home to go see a doctor for his boo-boo."
'Boo boo', he thought, mentally slapping himself for using such crappy kids-language. Geez, the girl was three already. Still, it slipped out every now and then, even though he knew Alana was way smarter than that.
He watched as the little girl nodded and patted off into the bathroom, sighing heavily before setting his own body into movement. He was quiet as he walked over to the bed they had shared, rather wishing to lay back down again to catch at least SOME sleep than to wake up his lover. The first thing he'd done this morning had been placing a glass of water and an Ibuprofen on the bedside-table, knowing that Randy would probably need it as soon as he woke. He'd heard him groan in his sleep more than once tonight, the pain obviously setting in during one of his dreams without waking him, thankfully. At least one who'd be rested today.
Bracing himself on his hands, he leaned down to brush a soft kiss against Randy's hairline, then pulled back again, watching with a small smile as the older stretched, stirred and groaned, lids fluttering open only very, very slowly.
"Morning, babe. I've got breakfast ready. Thought you might wanna get up."
Screwing his eyes shut again as he realized that the curtains had already been pulled aside, Randy groaned again and turned onto his back, yawning loudly in silent protest. Cody couldn't help but to chuckle before reaching for the pill and the glass of water to hand it to his lover.
"Here's some wake-up med. Now get moving before the coffee gets cold again. Alana's already brushing her teeth."
Sighing heavily, Randy groggily opened his eyes again and arched a brow at his lover and shuffled his rested yet hurting body into a half-way sitting position, before gratefully accepting the medicine and swallowing it down quickly. When he looked up again, Cody had already disappeared, his half-asleep brain only now catching up with what the younger had said. Coffee. What a great idea.
"You know, the only thing missing is you wearing a nurse-outfit. Tight. Sexy."
Luckily, Randy was whispering, else Alana's eyes might've popped out at what he'd said as she walked into the kitchen-area right then, smiling widely to show Cody her freshly-brushed teeth.
"Yeah. No."
Was Cody's only reply to him after he'd inclined the little girl to take a place at the only table in the bus, trying to prey himself free of Randy's grip. But sadly, the older man had his arms firmly wrapped around his waist from behind.
"Hmmm... Not even in our bedroom?"
"Nope."
"Not even if you can do to me whatever you want?"
Cody pursed his lips as he took hold of the plate with the sandwiches, still trying to wriggle out of Randy's grip, but failing.
"I already do that."
True. Especially when he remembered those nights before Christmas. God, Randy was suddenly feeling very, very hot down there again.
"Hmmm... What if I'll give you a long, nice back-massage every single day for the next two weeks?"
Cody rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Randy, we'll barely see each other the next weeks."
Randy rubbed his nose against his lover's skin before placing a chaste kiss on his cheek, squeezing him even closer to his body. There was no sign that he night let go anytime soon, the fact Alana was only a few feet away and waiting for her breakfast slightly unnerving him.
"Bad enough. Please? Maybe on New Year's Eve? I'd even beg for it."
Finally managing to squirm his way free, Cody ignored that last sentence at first, quickly hurrying over to place the plate in front of Alana, before returning to the kitchen to fetch their coffees. Only then he gently kissed his older lover's lips with a small smile, mumbling a barely audible "Maybe" to him and then disappearing with their mugs in his hands.
Luckily, Randy was done with his two interviews pretty quickly. While Cody still sat through his own at Jam FM, the older was already packing his and Alana's stuff. They'd agreed to fly back home and give the driver the rest of the week off, Cody not wanting the attention he'd get in case he was taking the bus. Rumors would spread quickly and before they knew, their 'secret' would be out. Not that they hadn't thought about it anyways. After over a year of tip-toeing around their co-workers, they were both getting tired of it. And if Alana called him 'daddy' again, the next time maybe at work, it would be out so or so. Then again, there was no need for them to push their luck.
It wasn't before 1 pm that Cody finally got back to the bus and bid them 'Good Bye', taking his stuff to travel the rest of the tour with Ted and Stephen. At least he'd have his friend to console him then. He still had 2 houseshows ahead, wouldn't be back in St. Louis before noon on the 31st.
Randy was scheduled for an MRT at 6pm, leaving him only an hour between arrival and appointment. While the painkiller had made him quite dozy again, Alana managed to keep him awake during the whole flight, the excitement in her eyes a picture of happiness that made him smile. It was always an adventure having her around, especially on a plane, the girl so refreshingly giddy, loving each second they were in the air. The good mood thankfully continued at his doctors, the MRT showing only a herniated disk in his back. Something that indeed would heal easily with some rest and physiotherapy. He passed on the good news to his lover -only his mailbox as Cody was in the middle of a show- as soon as he got out of the hospital, his watch reading already 9pm by then.
After a quick dinner at Mc Donald's -something he usually didn't indulge in, but did this time for Alana's sake-, they finally drove home and he tucked his daughter in, collapsing completely exhausted and worn out on the couch once he'd unpacked most of their stuff. The rest would have to wait until the morning. Three weeks. Probably.
The reason Cody wasn't happy about their time apart had nothing to do with their relationship, or missing Randy, at least only partly; the reason was his fear that the other might do something stupid again while he wasn't there. While he did trust his lover, he knew how tough it was to resist the drugs, especially if you were all alone and in pain, but he hoped the fact that Alana was around would keep Randy from smoking. Eventually.
The three days apart proved themselves to be really tough, not because they WERE apart, but because Cody's schedule had eventually worn him out. By the time he got home to St. Louis, he was just wishing for a hot bath and a long nap in his own, comfy bed. And maybe a massage. But that wasn't quite what Randy had in mind. He'd dropped Alana off at Sam's place an hour before his lover had arrived, just enough time to do some grocery shopping, champagne and snacks for the big night and stop by at the costume-shop, still hoping Cody would remember his little wish.
A week without sex had left him horny, and the grass he'd smoked secretly this morning had only increased that level of sexual appetite, his libido straining for some attention. Attention he'd hopefully get as soon as Cody was walking through the door. He surely hadn't planned on smoking, especially not that morning, but the painkillers had left him droopy and tired those past days and that was something he couldn't risk today. Not with Cody coming back, not with New Year's Eve ahead. And it certainly had helped calm him before facing Sam. He'd even managed to ignore her bickering this time, though the sentence 'Yeah, go back home to that little boy-toy of yours' was still swirling around in his mind by the time he got back.
He looked up from the TV when the front-door opened, Cody slowly shuffling inside with his two bags in tow. Randy was quick to snatch them from his younger lover, placing a soft peck onto his lips before carrying them into the lavatory, knowing that most stuff would land in the washing-machine anyways. When he got back into the living-room, Cody had already plopped down onto the couch he himself had occupied just moments ago, his eyes closed and his head thrown back. The only signs that he was still awake were the uneven breathing and the hands rubbing over his face, a groan now and then escaping his lips.
Randy slowly made his way over from where he stood leaning against the door-post for a few moments, kneeling down in front of his lover and placing his hand on the other's thighs. Cody slowly let his hands drop from his face and opened his eyes, smile weary and tired as he met Randy's cobalt-blues.
"Hey handsome."
"Hey."
The younger wasn't even capable of returning the compliment, voice soft but exhausted, barely able to keep his eyes open. He really just wanted a nap.
"So tired?"
"Hmmm."
Randy's smile didn't fall though, still planning to seduce his lover right then and there, his libido straining with way too much energy for his own likings. An effect grass always had on him, at least in combination with keeping it inside for a long period. And hell, a week was a long period.
"That's too bad. I've gotten something for ya."
Quirking an eyebrow, Cody watched his lover with interest as the older got up and walked over to the kitchen-door where he'd left the plastic-bag from his earlier shopping-spree. The younger watched closely as Randy picked it up with what seemed like a wriggle of his ass -though he knew that was impossible, Randy didn't do such a thing- and came sauntering back over to the couch, slowly and gracefully. A thing only he was capable of.
Before the older handed the bag to him though, Cody tilted his head slightly and blinked his eyes a few times, realizing something that had slipped his mind before.
"How's your neck anyways? You seem to be doing quite good."
"Yeah, took an Ibu before I dropped Al off."
Weird thing that the older wasn't able to look him in the eyes when he gave the explanation, rather occupying himself with the bag, as if to search it. But Cody shook that thought off for now, too exhausted to really care about anything but his bed. And just when that thought crossed his mind, his lover pulled out something strange... something that looked like a costume... a... nurse costume... for women.
"You're kidding me, right?"
Usually the incredulous look on Cody's face would've told Randy that this wasn't the right time, but that day it just didn't click. A smirk formed on his lips as he placed the outfit atop of his lover's lap before leaning forward until their noses touched.
"You promised."
His voice was barely above a whisper, husky and definitely dripping with sex as his breath tickled Cody's face. But the younger seemed far away from being impressed.
"I didn't. I said 'Maybe'."
"Hmmm..."
Randy was purring straight into his ear, rubbing his cheek against his lover's, Cody less than responsive to his touch. A point that went unnoticed by Randy, however.
"Thought you'd change your mind... if not by now, then in a few minutes."
While the older talked, his hands had already worked quickly on Cody's jeans, unzipping it so his fingers had easy access to their destination. though Cody did buck into his touch at first, he didn't show any signs of erection, not even when Randy started to nibble at his ear-lobe.
"I've missed you so much..."
Still, the younger didn't respond, neither verbally nor physically, just barely sighing and letting his head fall back. Randy's fingers wrapped around the soft sex of his lover expertly, his tongue tracing down from his ear to his throat, gently biting his Adam's Apple before licking the sensitive skin. And still no reaction. Hell, Cody's sex didn't even twitch.
"Randy... I'm tired, really."
His voice was neither low nor showed it any signs of lust, just laced with exhaustion as it came out in a stern whisper. Not that Randy heard it. Or he just decided to ignore it. His tongue was way too busy exploring his lover's throat and neck, fingers slowly trailing up and down the limp organ.
"Hmm... Don't worry... I'm gonna 'un-tire' you soon enough."
He slithered down his lover's body, completely ignoring the protest he gave, until he reached his lap, his un-occupied hand reaching for the nurse-outfit to place it aside. Always in the back of his mind that they'd need it in just a bit. His eyes traveled up to meet those of his lover, the younger starring at him unamused and unphased, but Randy was determined... and too horny to care. His tongue gave Cody's tip a tentative lick, a pleasant groan leaving him at the unique taste. But still, his lover didn't move a muscle.
"Baby..."
The sultry whisper was met with a heavy sigh, Cody protestingly placing his hands to his side in an attempt to push himself off the couch and leave, but Randy was quick to stop him. hands on Cody's hips, he held the younger down, ignoring the small struggle he gave when his lips closed around the smooth, reddened head.
"Hmmm..."
He was making a show of it, moaning obsessively loud as he let his lips slide down, all the while keeping his eyes on Cody's features. Seeing him as stern as ever. Not what he'd expected. Not what he'd wanted. Hands firmly squeezing his lover's thighs, he moved up again slowly, pressing his tongue imperiously against the thick vein on the underside of Cody's cock. Yet, it didn't twitch. Didn't even pulse. Either Cody had tons of self-restraint or the man was really tired. But too tired to get it up?
His teeth gently nibbled at Cody's tip, an action that usually drew a pornographic moan from the younger and a snap of his hips, but again there was nothing.
"Randy... Really."
"Relax, baby... Just let me..."
He trailed his tongue through the tasteful slit while his hands slid into Cody's jeans in the back, not only urging the younger to raise his hips but also to gain better access to his later goal. While his fingers carefully kneaded the firm ass, his head moved down again, teeth scraping over the else so sensitive and responsive flesh. And still, no reaction. He was slowly becoming frustrated. Fuck, he was so hard that he could explode any given moment and Cody? The man showed not one single sign of interest. Not one.
Once, twice, three times he bopped his head up and down, sucking the way he knew his lover liked it, his fingers rubbing carefully up and down the else so quivering and waiting crack. He swirled his tongue around the head the way Cody loved it, used his teeth to scrape them across his foreskin just the way it usually drove Cody crazy... but nothing. Not a single moan, not a twitch, not a muscle moving. Not even his warm baby-blues clouding over.
"Randy... If I promise you I'll wear the outfit tonight, will you let me get some sleep now?"
Not even his damn voice showed a sign of interest or erection. Fuck. Seemed like his bursting balls would have to wait. Again. Letting go of the less than responsive sex, Randy groaned low in his throat and unwillingly nodded his head, earning the slightest of smiles from his younger lover. Not really enough to make it up to him though. Not the least. He brushed off his knees as he slowly stood again, leaving Cody enough space to move off the couch and onto his feet, the two of them eye-to-eye for only a short moment. But long enough for Cody to kiss him sweetly.
"Sorry, really. Tonight."
It weren't many words, but they at least let Randy hope, the long-forgotten costume on the couch crumpling as he carelessly plopped down on it, burying his face in his hands. God, he was so hard that it hurt. But obviously not enough to make Cody waver. The younger had long left the room and gone up the stairs to present their bed with his lovely, soft, warm body. An option that Randy was well aware of, an image that only made him throb the more. Fuck the damn grass, really. And suddenly his neck started acting up again. Hurting. Throbbing. Damn disk making itself known. Another thing he wouldn't find any relief for. Not any time soon. 'One pill a day' A promise he'd made himself AND Cody the day the injury had occured, a promise he regretted just as much as the joint earlier.
With a heavy sigh, he heaved himself off the couch again, absentmindedly grabbing the nurse-outfit and taking it with him as he decided that a nap did indeed sound good. But for his own sake, he took the first door right instead of the way Cody had taken, the guestroom probably a much better idea if he really wanted to sleep.
Yepp, kind of a cliff-hanger here. If you wanna read part two of the New Year's Eve (and the SMUT), you gotta be nice and review :)