A/n from Jessica: just to forewarn, no one better get pissed at me b/c of what happens in this chapter! just sayin...

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Cody said goodbye to Seth, slowly making his way back to his table near the bar as he allowed himself to think about the implications of his night. Well, he supposed he could call himself officially gay now; the mind-blowing orgasm that was drawn from him by Seth's mouth practically confirmed it.

But as much as he knew it should bother him, Cody couldn't care less. He knew that some people spent years trying to reject feelings for the same sex, trying to convince themselves that it was wrong or that they were just curious, but to Cody he was sure of his decision and didn't honestly mind one way or the other who he was attracted to. If this is who he was, then so be it.

Cody passed the small gathering of VIP rooms, pushing past club bunnies and various drunken bar-goers, letting out a cry of protest as his arm was yanked and he found himself being pulled into one of the club's many deserted hallways.

"What the fu—" Cody managed to yell, before a hand was slapped over his mouth, thoroughly silencing him, his eyes widening as he recognized the man seething before him despite the alcohol and adrenaline coursing through his veins.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Randy growled in his ear, trying in vain to keep his voice down.

Randy removed his hand from Cody's mouth, allowing him the chance to respond, "What? I'm not doing anything. What the hell are you doing? You almost gave me a fucking heart attack. What do you want?"

Randy smirked, keeping himself pressed against Cody, "I saw you Runnels."

Cody's eyes widened, unable to control the overwhelming feelings of dread, "Saw me what?"

Randy shook his head slowly, almost as if he was disappointed in him, "I saw you go into that back room with one of those strung out little coke-whores. Where the fuck did that come from? You a fag now too, Cody? I guess I should've realized with the way you were grinding on my dick earlier."

Cody's eyes narrowed in annoyance, pushing Randy away from him, "So what? What the fuck do you care? You can't fucking stand me, remember?"

Randy put up his hands in mock-defense, backing away from Cody, "Alright, cool your shit, kid. I'm just broken up that you would ever think about cheating on me. Honestly, I'm hurt."

Oh shit. "What?"

"You heard me," Randy said, once again stepping into Cody's personal space. "I know about your little one-sided attraction to me, Runnels. Why the fuck do you think I've been making your life hell lately? I'm not that much of a sex addict."

Cody shook his head unable to process Randy's words, "What? You mean you've been…"

"Rubbing it in," Randy filled in, eyes roaming up and down Cody's flustered appearance, "That may be a dick move, but it's kinda the way I roll."

"Y-you…" Cody couldn't even find the words to describe his disdain for this man, "you fucking prick!" He shoved Randy away from him, actually managing to make him stumble back a few steps, "You knew that, for some God forsaken reason, I like you, and you…you mock me by…by having sex at every fucking turn, knowing I'd be watching? By showing me that I'll never be able to have you?"

Randy shrugged noncommittally, "Pretty much."

Cody reacted immediately, rearing his fist back and punching Randy right in the mouth.

Randy staggered back, clutching his face with both hands, "What the fuck?"

"Fuck you, Randy! Fuck. You."

Randy straightened up, checking his lip for blood, "Fine. That was an asshole thing to do, I admit that," Randy stepped towards Cody, cornering him with his arms and leaning in to his face, "But you…do not…touch me."

Cody's eyes narrowed in defiance, unable to believe Randy's nerve, "Really? Cause' I just did."

Randy scoffed, running his tongue over his busted lip, "Yeah, but I bet you won't do it again."

Cody raised an eyebrow, "Oh, really?"

"Yeah, really."

Cody shoved Randy away from him, raising his fist again, swearing when his arm was caught in Randy's tight grip.

"I don't think so."

Cody tried to pull away from Randy, hopelessly trying to jerk his arm out of Randy's grasp, his back hitting the stone wall of the hallway. He raised his other arm, hoping to wipe the smug smirk off of his face physically, but was once again blocked by Randy's strong hands wrapping around his wrist.

Cody glared heatedly at Randy's arrogant face, panting as his hands were trapped above his head in Randy's crushing grip. They stared each other down, eyes practically boring holes into their faces, both daring the other to speak.

Randy opened his mouth, preparing some kind of sardonic comeback, when he stopped, gazing into Cody's eyes one last time before driving his body closer to him, attacking his lips in a harsh kiss.

Cody stood perfectly still, his mind screaming at him to say 'fuck it' to the consequences and do what both he and Randy knew he wanted to. And yet, despite his fantasies virtually coming true, he knew that indulging in this lust-filled god would most likely cause him more harm than good. In the end, his inhibitions were tossed aside in favor of kissing Randy with as much force and passion as he could, his arms, still trapped in Randy' grip, being lowered down so he could wrap them around his neck.

Cody could hardly believe this was happening, or that he still wanted it to for that matter. Randy had admitted himself that he had been fucking with Cody all along; shouldn't he be telling Randy to fuck off?

But despite that fact, despite he was more pissed off at this man then he'd been at anyone ever before, he couldn't resist moaning into this kiss, couldn't fight as Randy's tongue invaded his mouth, as his hands made his way down to the front of his jeans.

Cody threw his head back in pleasure as Randy moved his lips down to his throat, biting and nipping at the smooth tan skin, leaving small red marks in his wake.

He barely had time to react as Randy pulled his hair roughly, returning his lips to Cody's, forcefully slamming Cody further into the wall, crushing him with his hard body.

Cody moaned in approval, the feeling of Randy everywhere nearly too much to handle. He had to have more of him; he had to see all of him.

He pulled back just enough to free his hands, moving to unbutton Randy's shirt, his clumsy fingers moving entirely too slow for his own tastes.

"God dammit," He swore, biting his bottom lip in appreciation as Randy's muscled, flexing chest came into view.

Randy grinned at him, opening his shirt wider, "You like?"

Cody whistled lowly, admiring his heaving abs and sculpted pecs, "Fuck yeah." He bent down immediately, teasing the beautiful well-deserved muscles with his tongue, licking a trail from his belly button to a perfect brown nipple, carefully biting it before soothing with his tongue.

"Fuck, Cody," Randy moaned, propping an arm above Cody's head to brace himself. "So fucking good."

Cody inwardly smirked, ready to get on his knees here and now if it meant causing Randy to moan his name like that again. For weeks Randy had teased him with those beautiful sounds, and now they were because of him.

Cody began undoing Randy's belt, desperately wanting to taste him, when a shrill tone stopped him in his tracks, the annoying sound coming from Randy's pockets.

"Fuck," Randy swore, banging his fist against the wall once he looked at the screen, "…shit."

"What?" Cody asked, slightly worried now in reaction to Randy's surfacing anger.

Randy silenced him with a look, answering his phone before it went to voicemail. "Hey babe."

Cody's face fell as those words sunk in; oh God, what had he done?

"No, I'm just out back having a smoke. I-I haven't seen Cody," Randy avoided Cody's eyes, trying to force his voice not to waver. "Why don't you check the bathroom?"

Cody rubbed his hands across his face, trying to rationalize what he'd just done. Holy shit. How could he ever face John again?

"Alright, I'll see you in a bit," Randy's eyes fell to the floor, "No I'm fine…I love you, too."

Cody let out an airless chuckle…he'd just cheated with Randy…he had betrayed a close friend's confidence and had almost had sex with his boyfriend…holy shit.

"We need to head back," Randy said, closing his phone and returning it to his pocket. At least he had enough tact to act like he'd done something wrong.

Cody nodded, running his hands over his face as he tried to get his mind in the right place. He could berate himself for being a whore and a homewrecker in private. Right now, they needed to meet with John.

Cody made his way towards the exit of the club, eyes to the ground as he followed behind John and Randy. After fixing their appearances and getting into the right state of mind, Cody had reluctantly pushed his way onto the dance floor to try and find John, following quietly behind Randy. They found John, standing alone at the bar, Cody trying his very hardest to ignore the wrenching in his stomach at the sight. Randy had volunteered to go and fetch their car, most likely to deal with his own guilt at he and Cody's indiscretion, leaving Cody alone with John, forcing to make conversation with him…almost impossible when you think about it, considering he could barely make eye contact with him.

He felt sick, and as much as he wished otherwise, it wasn't because of the copious amounts of alcohol he'd had; he was completely disgusted with himself. Fully knowing of the possible consequences, Cody had willingly gotten involved with Randy. And what he hated most was that if given the chance he knew he wouldn't have been able to stop. He'd only gone to the club in the first place because of the half-assed notion that he might be able to move on from his unrequited lust for Randy, but somehow managed to make things worse.

Cody could admit it to himself now—there was no way he'd ever be able to quell his surfacing feelings for Randy, not now that he'd gotten a taste of what it could be like to have him completely. Despite knowing the obvious problems it caused, Cody had let the arrogant son of a bitch worm his way into his head, maybe even his heart.

Cody froze in his tracks, stopping short before getting in the backseat of their rental. Did—did he love Randy?

He shook off the thought immediately—hell no. He just thought Randy was sexy, not too much of a stretch considering every human being to come in contact with him felt the same. But there was always a chance—did he?

Cody allowed himself to recap: the only reason he ever developed feelings for said man in the first place was due to being forced to follow him around like a puppy, was constantly berated, often humiliated, and overall made to suffer all on Randy's whim…but still. There was somehow a…a softer side to Randy that people didn't often see, a side where he allowed himself to cut the sarcastic bullshit and act like a decent person, a side that made Cody want to get even closer to him.

Cody mentally slapped himself; yeah, he had a softer side alright, one he only ever let surface when he was with John.

There was no way anything could happen. He had to hammer it into his head; nothing would ever come from his fucked up feelings except hurt, most likely for all involved. So long as it was only him that was hurting, Cody could handle the backlash of not acting further on his feelings. He was friends with John, and for some reason cared for Randy; he would never purposefully do anything to ruin their relationship, not any worse than he already had anyway. But still, he knew he'd act on his urges to be with Randy without hesitation. He would just have to find a way to separate himself from anything that would cause any problems—including Randy.

Cody took a deep breath, trying to mentally prepare himself as he pushed open the door to John and Randy's locker room. Saying a quick prayer of thanks to God that John was alone, he stepped inside, plopping himself on the bench in the center of the room next to John.

"Can we talk?"

John looked over at Cody, stilling his work of sorting through his gym bag. Cody had barely said two words to him since they had all gone out last week, and he had been worried it had something to do with him.

If only he knew…

"Sure Codes, what's up?"

Cody looked down to his lap, picking at a loose thread in his jeans, "I…John, I don't think I can room with you guys anymore. I'm sorry, but I can't do it."

John's face fell, "Why? Cody, I thought things had gotten better between all of us. I figured, I don't know, you were okay living with us now…"

Cody kept his eyes to his lap, refusing to make eye contact with John, "Yeah, well, I'm not. I'm sorry, but I…I just can't."

"Well, why?" John asked, trying in vain to get Cody to look him in the eye. "Because of Randy? Because we're together? Why?"

Cody turned his head; God, John didn't know just how spot on he was. "No…it—it has nothing to do with you. It's just…I just need to John, okay? I think it's been established that I won't tell anyone about your guys' relationship, and I…I just can't stay with you guys anymore."

John nodded, patting Cody on the shoulder, "Alright Cody, fine. I…I really thought we'd come to be friends," Cody ducked his head, trying not to let his inner emotions bubble over onto face, "and I really wish you'd let me know why you feel this way…But, if it's something you have to do. It's ok with me."

Cody breathed a sigh of relief, rising to his feet before he broke down in front of John; God, when'd he become so emotional? "Thanks, John."

"No problem, I mean we'll still see each other right? You can't get rid of me that easy, Runnels."

"Yeah, absolutely," Cody said, giving a small smile, knowing it was a complete lie. "I'll see you later, huh?"

Cody left John's room, thoroughly shocked by the enveloping feelings of sadness coursing through him. He wouldn't be able to be friends with John anymore, he wouldn't be able to see Randy again, and it was all because of his dumbass self getting involved in something he had no right to. Ripping himself away from all possible temptation was proving more difficult than he thought it would, and he hadn't even told Randy of his plans yet.

Cody approached his hotel room—Randy's hotel room—he mentally corrected himself, knocking on the door, taking deep breaths to avoid having a nervous breakdown in response to the overwhelming stress he was experiencing.

Randy opened the door, face showing his surprise at seeing Cody standing there. "Hey. Why didn't you just use your key?"

Over the course of the last week, he and Randy had gotten over the initial feelings of awkwardness between them; they'd gotten their stories straight, and hadn't spoken a word over what happened to each other.

"Because…this is isn't my room anymore. I turned in my key to the front desk."

Randy stopped his current task of flipping channels, sitting up in his bed to look at Cody, "What?"

Cody closed his eyes, breathing deep through his nose, "I said…I'm not staying here anymore. Ever."

Randy shook his head, looking like he was trying to clear his thoughts, "W-what do you mean you're not staying here?"

"Cut the shit, Randy," Cody said, already sick of his games. "You know what I mean, can you act like an adult about it please? I'm leaving. I just thought you'd want to know before I got my stuff."

"Why?" Randy jumped to his feet, crossing the room to meet Cody, folding his arms in front of himself.

"Why the fuck do you think, Randy?"

Randy stepped back, surprised at Cody raising his voice at him, "because of the thing at the club?"

Cody chuckled once, "Yes, the thing. The thing where you CHEATED on your BOYFRIEND!"

Randy looked away, the tick in his jaw showing his discomfort, "…I thought we agreed not to talk about that?"

"Yeah, we did. And I'm done talking. I'm leaving, just thought you'd like to know."

Cody turned to leave, stopping short when Randy grabbed his wrist. "What?"

Randy looked to the floor, looking almost ashamed to admit his feelings, "what if…what if I don't want you to go?"

Cody's eyebrows shot up at the whispered admission from Randy; he wanted him? He wanted him to be more than just some—no, no!

"No Randy, no! I don't care, okay? I have to leave, we can't do this shit again."

Randy looked up into his eyes, his face showing an obvious vulnerability from admitting his feelings to Cody. "Yes you do."

"What?" Cody asked, his heart softening at the look on Randy's face.

"You do care. That's why this whole thing got started in the first place. You care, even though you know you shouldn't."

"I-" Cody tried to form a response, but he couldn't because of the hope swelling in his heart. "Yeah, I do. But you're right; I shouldn't. I'm sorry Randy, we can't do this again. You're with John, remember?"

Randy shook his head, trying to rid himself of the thoughts of his boyfriend, "I don't care."

Cody opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off as Randy crushed his lips against Cody's, pushing him backward until his knees hit the bed, causing him to lay down across it.

He tried to push Randy off him, knowing that this certainly wouldn't make things any easier for either of them, but melted into the kiss against his better judgment, reaching behind Randy to run his fingers through his shorn hair.

Randy moved his hands downward, attempting to rid Cody of his shirt, but was stopped as Cody pulled away, pushing against Randy who had been practically straddling his hips.

"No, Randy, God. Stop it!"

Cody pushed himself to a sitting position, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "We can't do this okay? Stop!"

Randy pulled him backwards, pinning Cody to the bed, "what if I don't want to, huh?"

"No! Randy we need to go back to before okay? Before you realized I liked you…fuck, before I realized I liked you! Go to John, okay? I'm going to my new room, and you're going to forget this ever happened."

He sat up, pushing Randy off of him, and jumped up before Randy could grab him again. "Forget it, okay? You're with John. God, I'm such a fucking idiot."

Randy got to his feet, running after Cody as he made his way out the door, sticking his head out into the hallway, "Fine! Fuck you, Runnels!"

Cody made it to the end of the hallway before he broke down, slapping a hand over his mouth to quiet his cries; God, he'd ruined everything. How in the hell could he ever move past this, forget Randy like he knew he needed to?

He slammed his head against the wall, furiously trying to wipe away the ever present tears in his eyes; what if he couldn't?

A/n from Jessica: Oh shit! plot points! okay, so i want everyone to let me know-in your review which you know you want to leave :) - which team are you on as of now? team candy or team centon?

Personally, i'll always be a candy girl at heart, but i do feel a bit bad for johnny...and for cody! poor thing's all torn up :(

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