Chapter Twenty Nine

Rating: MA for smut

Note: Lyrics and song belong to Bad Company. :)

Some time later Cody emerged from the bathroom wearing a thin soft white cotton robe he'd found hanging up in the bathroom. He'd peeked into the room to see if Randy was still there and let out a sigh of relief when he found that he wasn't. He just wanted to step onto the balcony for some air and then get to bed and tomorrow he would try facing everything again but right now...Right now he just needed some fresh air and then some good rest.

The shower and shave had helped, thanks to the complimentary shaving and shampoo kit he'd discovered after a good silent cry. But he was still a little too wound up to just climb into bed and expect to fall asleep. No he'd lay in bed for hours torturing himself into believing he was worthless again and he just didn't have it in him to listen to that was actually tired of hating himself and if he could just forget about everything for a little while he'd relax enough to get some real sleep and then maybe he'd have a better heard about all of this. Maybe then everything wouldn't feel so fucking hopeless?

Fuck he needed some air. That would help him relax. That would help him sleep.

He tightened the robe around his waist before crossing the room to the sliding glass door, swiftly unlocking it and took a deep calming breath as he stepped into the cool night air.

The wind blew hard as he approached the ledge, draping his arms over it comfortably as he stared out over the lights of the city with a horrible feeling of longing weighing heavily in his stomach. That part he couldn't forget. No matter how hard he tried it wouldn't go away, not since that night that Randy came bursting into his apartment, enraged, vicious, out for blood. And now he was there, just a few feet away, just right fucking THERE.

And he couldn't have him.

"Jesus." He whispered as he put his hands around his head, leaning into them as he gazed down over the crowded streets below. Fuck he could really use a smoke right now. Or a line...

"Hey."

He jumped and jerked his head from his hands with a slight gasp. Shit! He hadn't heard Randy's door open. He turned and looked at it first. It was wide open, the curtains tied back so the bed was in full view. Maybe it had been open the whole time?-?-? Shit he didn't know. He hadn't even looked!

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you." Randy spoke softly as he pulled out a smoke, "I'm just coming out for a smoke."

He ignored Randy for a moment as looked past him inside and admired a large king size bed with too many dark red colors pillows and a plump looking comforter and gazed at it longingly. It wasn't his bed, it was Randy's. But it did look quite nice and inviting and seriously, it was calling his fucking name.

He bit back a heavy sigh as he tore his eyes away and gave Randy a glance and a nod. "I was just getting some air." He stepped away from the ledge, his heart pounding. Fuck he just couldn't face him right now. As hard as he tried to fight his resentment's it just crushed him to know he was with Tristan. No matter how much for the better it really was.

"Wait." Randy called out and caught his arm again and he stopped with an inaudible gasp, his legs instantly starting to shake. Fuck fuck fuck!

"Please?"

He swallowed hard before nodding. But he didn't turn around. "Sure." Shit! That was a mistake! He should have just said no and gone to bed god damn it!

"What's up?"

Randy's hand tightened around his arm but, the touch was oddly tender now and Cody couldn't help but look. It just felt so good. Oh god this was going to fucking break him!

"What's up with you?" Randy asked softly, "Why do you keep running from me? I thought we were passed this but you won't even look at me. It's...It's like you hate me."

"I don't hate you." He blurted out without having to think about it and even surprised himself. But his legs were still trembling. If Randy would just let him go he'd be okay! If he just jerked his arm away and broke the contact he might make it threw this! But he didn't. He couldn't!

"Well then do you not believe me about the text messages? I swear I didn't send them Cody. I'd never-"

"It's not that, Randy. I believe you about that okay? I'm just trying to make this easier for us." He felt Randy gently pull on his arm and took the hint and finally turned to face him again, staring up at him and kept his face as blank as he could. "It doesn't mean that I hate you okay? I'm just trying to spare us the trouble."

"Trouble?" Randy looked confused. "I'm not here to cause you anymore trouble Cody. I'm here because I think we can fix this."

Cody frowned hard. Fix this? Fix WHAT?-! "What are you talking about?" There was nothing to fix! He was with Tristan now and soon if Randy had his way Cody would be stuffed away in the witness protection program and he'd be out of his life forever! So what did it fucking matter if he couldn't face him or not?-! What the fuck was the point?-!

"Look," Randy said as his hand fell away from his arm and more hurt flashed over his beautiful blue eyes. Fuck he wished they would stop doing that! It was just so confusing!

"You don't have to say anything right now but there's something I need to tell you." He paused, stepping closer and again his eyes caught the light beaming from inside just right. Fuck they were so beautiful, especially when they were so gentle, so...sincere...

"I'm still yours Cody." He admitted this with a firm nod and Cody froze. Huh?-!

"I tried to fight it when everything went to hell but it was pointless because there will never be anyone else for me. You're it and I've known that since I first laid eyes on you. Call me crazy but it was love at first sight for me and despite everything that never changed. I know it got bad for us but we had something incredible and I don't want to lose that. Even if it was tainted and doomed from the beginning we still fell for each other along the way and there's no denying how perfect we are together." He paused again, obviously overcome by his own words as he let out a shaky sigh and suddenly dropped his gaze to the ground, "I mean, you might have been playing me when we first met but we both know it became a whole lot more than that and I refuse to let us go when we can still fix this. Its just our pride holding us back at this point and I think we've lost and suffered enough because we've been so goddamn stubborn." He shook his head now, "But I don't want it to be like that anymore Cody. And it doesn't have to be. We could start all over and put all this shit behind us..." His head came back up, their eyes locking and Cody nearly jerked back at the raw, anguish burning intensely within Randy's eyes. "Now I'll say it again, you don't have to answer me now but, I'm still yours Cody...If you want me."

Cody was holding his breath, searching Randy's eyes as his heart pounded in his ears. Oh...FUCK. He was utterly speechless. He looked back and forth between Randy's eyes in a panic, his entire body trembling; did Randy really just...Oh god did he just say what he think he just said?-! "I-I thought you were with Tristan?" Oh FUCK did Randy just say he still loved him?-! Was he reading between the lines right?-!

"I'm not, we were never together like that."

"O-Oh. O-Okay" Cody stuttered, struggling to think of anything to say other than, I'M SO FUCKING SCARED RIGHT NOW! And subconsciously hugged an arm around himself for comfort. Fuck of course he still wanted him!-!-! He just wasn't good enough and Randy fucking knew it! That's why it was so easy for him to jump into bed with Tristan!...Wasn't it?

"Oh..."

"I didn't realize that you thought we were..."

"Of course I did." He nodded slowly. "Michael gave him to you and I've seen you with him. I've seen how you look at him. I saw you take his hand...You're fucking him."

"I was." Randy admitted and Cody cringed. Of course he was.

"At first it was just purely comfort." Randy continued and as much as Cody didn't want to hear about his time with Tristan Randy obviously needed him to and he just couldn't deny him that. Not now.

"Everything that happened in the beginning really fucked with me and I was on the verge of losing it by the time Alex was done with me and Michael fucking knew it. He pushed me that far on purpose just because he could and showed me an ounce of mercy when he set me up with Tristan." He shrugged, rolling his eyes as he took a quick drag. "That's what he said anyway. But I know it was just so he'd have someone there to spy on me where the cameras and microphones couldn't. I wasn't that big a fool but, honestly? If it hadn't been for Tristan being there I would have put the barrel of my gun in my mouth a long time ago." He paused, his voice cracking and he visibly swallowed hard and took a long drag from his smoke; fuck he was so sad now, Cody could just feel the hurt pouring out of him in painful cold invisible waves.

"That's why I haven't asked you how you could try to kill yourself. Because I understand how a person could feel like everything was so hopeless..." He stopped again as he took the last drag of his smoke and flicked it away. "I was about to do it. I was so sure it was the only way to redeem myself because although I knew we were both to blame I realized that a lot of this is my fault because I was too scared to face any trouble so I took the easy way out and completely fucked everyone that I care about. Everything was so fucked up and I just stopped caring." He sighed heavily. "I let everything go on with the belief that I couldn't fix any of it because that was easier and yes, I fucked Tristan. I didn't know or care about him and he was there to use so I did. I'm not proud of it and I'd do anything to take it back but, I can't. I can only hope that you can understand that it wasn't to hurt you or replace you. Because I don't want to hurt you and there is no replacing you Cody." He stepped back, nervously shoving his lighter into his back pocket, "I just thought you should know that...All of it." He gave one nod and turned away. "Anyway I'll quite pushing and give you some space so you can rest." He kept going without looking back. "See you in the morning. "

Cody just stood there for a second and watched Randy go; too stunned, too shocked, too filled with joy to do anything but stand there and-and pant. Fuck he was so breathless! Randy still loved him!-! Oh god yes he still cared! And he WASN'T with Tristan!

He gasped, choking on the realization that Randy was truly his. Fuck everything else! Fuck it ALL! "Randy!" He tore out of his frozen state with a cry and ran after him, catching Randy's shoulder just before he made it inside and yanked him around and smashed their bodies and lips together in a hard, passionate kiss. No more fucking talking! No more fucking waiting!

They crashed into the wall, kissing, grinding, wrapped around and clinging to each other like they were drowning and they were each others precious life air.

Randy didn't hesitate to return his affection, kissing him so fucking hard Cody was swooning in his arms. Fuck it was so good and Randy was so right; his love for him hadn't changed. He could feel it in his kiss. In his hands. In his strong grip. It was so good, so warm, so right. He squeezed Randy harder, curling his fingers into in the back of his shirt as he let Randy bend him slightly, deepening their kiss and taking it to a whole other level.

Cody whimpered a desperate whimper. The love had never left and the passion Randy could never restrain for him had never subsided! And he was consumed with both!

Randy jerked back, panting, flushed, "Wait." He rasped, licking his lips. "If it's too soon I would understand if you wanted to hold off. We can take it slow like we did in the beginning?"

Fuck that! "I don't want to." No more fucking waiting!-! He started clawing at his shirt, pulling it up until he tore it over his head and shoved him to the wall again. "I want YOU." He went to crush himself to his chest but caught the discoloration of old bruises healing along Randy's ribs and instead slapped a hand around Randy's neck, digging his fingers down the back and carefully ground against him as they started to lightly sway. "Detective Orton."

Randy wrapped his arms around him like a snake curling around its prey, letting out a possessive snarl that sent a jolt of excitement down Cody's spine and drove him into Randy's hard groin with another whimper that he smothered with a deep kiss. Apparently his ribs were okay!

After a few passionate seconds of hot kissing Randy tore the robe down his back and attacked his neck and shoulders with bites and hard kisses, ravishing him with both until he was a yelping, shaking mess and returned to his lips.

Cody's knees shook as he threw his head back as Randy kissed him hard; writing and squirming. Aching to be taken! Fuck this was so good! Oh god yes it always was with Randy! He was so generous and giving and oh god FUCK did he know what to do with his body!

"Oh baby!" Cody gasped excitedly as Randy suddenly hoisted him up and he clung to his strong frame as as Randy easily carried them inside. Yes yes yes YES!-! He wrapped his legs around him as high as he could and locked his arms around his neck.

Randy stumbled and Cody nodded frantically. The bed would have been nice but, it was entirely too far away and they just couldn't make it; the need was just too strong and too consuming of their entire bodies and minds and they went crashing on the soft floor after just a few steps.

They landed with a soft thud on the clean, soft white carpeting.

Baby, when I think about you

I think about love

And darlin, ain't gonna live without you

And your love

If I had those golden dreams of my yesterday

I would wrap you

In the heavens

And feel it dying dying dying all the way...

His robe was torn away. Randy's jeans were pulled down and discarded. The heat building around their bodies fueling their frantic, overwhelming desire.

With a bit of spit and a well maneuvered thrust Randy was in him, pushing deep, filling him hole like he always had and unlike no other man before him. There was no prep. There was no time.

Well i feel like makin'

Feel like makin love

Feel like makin love

Feel like makin love

I feel like makin love to you

Cody threw his head back with a scream, his eyes rolling into his head. Randy was so big. So hard. So hot and wide! Oh god he was so fucking perfect!

Cody tore his eyes open and forced his head back up and found Randy's that were gazing down at him, waiting for him, loving him. Fuck they were on fire for him.

"Fuck." He let out a sharp gasp, jerking upwards as his back arched while Randy's cock throbbed so deep within him and with a growl he lustfully caught a bead of sweat on Randy's cheek with his tongue. "Ohhhbaby I fuckin' MISSED you." He panted hotly before lashing his tongue out to catch more sweat rolling down his neck, digging his nails into his back the way he knew Randy liked.

Randy nodded with a growl, pushing deeper, leaning down for more passionate kissing Cody happily returned as his body was willingly invaded.

Cody held on, clinging to him with everything he had as Randy pulled back a little and quickly drove back in for more. It hurt because of his size but, at the same time felt fucking GOOD. Just like sex with Randy always did. And it always left him feeling oddly... complete too. Not like he wasn't whole to begin with, his reasoning wasn't that dark he'd assure you. But, it was just that, sex with Randy? Oh god there was no words for how wonderful it made him feel. It...It-It was incredible! It was always so intense, so erotic and sincere at the same time and fuck no one else made him feel so good, so wanted. And, Randy didn't want the sexy, mysertious Dashing stripper that "owned the stage". He wanted the real him, the REAL Cody Rhodes that wanted to be a doctor to help people. The good, decent, intelligent Cody Rhodes that WAS good enough for him.

And that meant everything to Cody. Randy had no idea!

Baby, if I think about you

I think about love

And darlin, if I had to live without you

I live without love

And if I had the sun and moon and they were shinin

I would give you both night and day

Love satisfying

Randy's weight forced him down, his back mashing against the carpet and burning as he was driven into the floor with a few powerful, frantic thrusts.

He screamed again, writing in ecstasy. Randy was so thick inside him, almost impossibly so. But his cock was blissfully silky soft and oh so wonderfully hot and firm and it actually felt GOOD as it demanded his body to adjust as it pushed further into his more than willing heat. It drove him into a fit of sharp excited gasps and groans until Randys soft lips crushed them away with a powerful kiss.

Well I feel like makin

Feel like makin love

Feel like makin love

Feel like makin love

I feel like makin love to you

Randy suddenly took his wrists, squeezing them tight as he forced them to the floor above his head and held them there with such intensity Cody was almost choking on it. Or maybe it was Randy's tongue that was literally claiming every inch of his own...

And if I had those golden dreams of my yesterday

I would wrap you

In the heavens

Feel it dying dying dying all the way

He squeezed his legs around his ribcage as Randy thrusted savagely and vigorously drove their bodies harder and harder into the carpet; and Cody fucking loved it. It hurt his back, his shoulders and his skin was on fire with carpet burn. And he fucking LOVED it! He clawed at Randy's hands as he clenched his body around his thick sex, arching hard into his furiously thrusting lover who forced him back down to the ground with a possessive, demanding kiss.

Feel like makin

Feel like makin love

Feel like makin love

Feel like makin love

I feel like makin love to you

Randy wasn't gentle, he wasn't slow. There was no time. The need was too strong and as it drove them to they moved and rolled with the intoxicating passion that consumed them. They hit the dresser first, colliding with it and Cody found himself on top so he latched on to the shiny brass handles and rode Randy's cock hard and fast, grinding on it frantically whenever he could.

His time was over quick and Randy tore him down by his arms and they rolled again only this time they hit the end of the bed with Randy back on top and pounding into him with one ferocious, erotic roar after another. He tried to move with him, against him. Shoving as hard and as fast and as deep he could. It was as if nothing would be enough! Oh fuck yes it had to be hard! Fast! And frantic!

It didn't take them but a few more seconds and they were finished and wonderfully reduced to a sticky pile of sweaty skin and breathless bodies that moaned and shuddered as their lips met again and again, their tongue frantically dancing and twinging and exploring between breaths. And they said nothing. Their moment needed no words, their love needed no comment or assurance because it was perfect.

And despite everything, that's the way it was going to stay.