A/n from Jessica: Hi everybody! Sooooo, not that we've all gotten our crying out of the way (love you edger!) hows about we get into some slash? As some of you may now, im also posting this on my LJ, and its pretty cool to see the sides ya'll have taken. Everybody on there is telling Johnny to GTFO and nearly everyone here is pissed at Randy and what's John to kick his ass. Idk. it's just pretty awesome to see where everyone's loyalties lie. Team Candy vs Team Centon! who will make it to the end? lol. anyway, to the story!
Cody glanced slightly to the left, trying his hardest to stay inconspicuous. Randy and John were in the middle of a fight, for what seemed like the fifth time that week, and while Cody tried to stay out of it, he couldn't help but to eavesdrop. After John had left his locker room, Cody had tried his hardest to snap himself out of the impending guilt trip he knew he'd have, not wanting to ruin the little time he'd be able to get with Randy later that night. But it was pointless; despite being in love with another man's boyfriend, and cheating with said boyfriend, Cody wasn't a heartless person. He knew what he was doing; he knew that he was the reason Randy's relationship with John seemed to be crumbling before their very eyes.
While it was true that their relationship had managed to stay a secret, John knew that something was different; he wasn't stupid. Randy was distant with him, barely speaking two words to John during most days.
Cody winced to himself as Randy raised his voice, now practically screaming at John, the slight vein in the side of his head throbbing from his anger. Although on the days he did speak to John, it was mostly just to start a fight, hurling insults and curses at the other like they were knives, hitting John straight in the chest without fail each time.
Cody knew that it was wrong for him to secretly feel good at the recent bickering between John and Randy, knew that it was awful of him to feel happy that Randy was slowly pulling himself away from John. But he did.
In Cody's eyes, Randy was becoming distant towards John to make it easier on all involved when (if?) Randy left John to be with Cody. Cody reached down to lace his boots, more to act occupied than anything, slight frown apparent from the swarm of self-deprecating thoughts in his head.
They hadn't spent much time talking about it; wanting instead to enjoy the time they had together as opposed to spend it discussing something that would ultimately lead to hurt or anger. Cody had no way of knowing if given the ultimatum who Randy would choose. In all reality, he was the other woman, the one who got stolen glances and visits in the dead of night. John was the mainstay; the one Randy would always eventually go back to. Cody knew that in every relationship like his, they never left their significant other, choosing instead to continue the deception. What chances did that give him of staying with Randy?
But he could hope. And no matter how despicable it may have been, Cody hoped that the one feeling the hurt and loss of their lover in the end wouldn't be him.
Cody looked around the locker room, noticing all the other superstars had chosen (very wisely) to leave the area and allow John and Randy to lash out at each other without an audience. Despite wanting nothing but to continue listening, feeling almost like he was doing recon against the 'other side', Cody quietly slipped out the door, deciding to spend the time before his match wandering the hallways instead. He made his way through the arena, still able to hear Randy's voice, screaming with irritation, drifting down behind him.
"What the FUCK is your problem?" John yelled, voice growing hoarse from the constant screaming matches with his boyfriend.
"I don't HAVE a problem. YOU'RE the one with the fucking problem!" Randy turned away from John, the sight of him alone raising his blood pressure.
John sputtered incredulously, "I-I'm the one with the problem? You have done nothing but yell like a damn psycho for two weeks over absolutely nothing!"
"Over nothing?"
"Yes! Why the fuck are you doing this? I swear to God Randy…Can you please explain to me what it is you're so God damn angry about?"
Randy whipped his head around, eyes narrowed, "We've already been OVER this. You had to go and be a fucking dumbass and get our flights—"
"That's not it and you fucking know it," John said, stepping towards Randy, getting in his personal space. "It's every fight Randy: over our hotel room, being late to the arena, getting a different rental than the one you want…you always have to scream about something, and if you're not fighting with me, you're not saying a word at all. What is your problem?"
"YOU! You are my problem, John!"
John's eyes drew together in confusion, words escaping him as his anger dissipated, "Me?"
"Yes! You! I can't handle your shit anymore, John! I swear if you bitch at me like a God damn woman one more time…" Randy threw his hands up in frustration, either not noticing or choosing to ignore the hurt across John's face. "I can't fucking do this anymore."
"Can't do what? Be with me? Don't you think maybe I get sick of your fucking insults? Of your sarcastic bullshit? I do!"
Randy got in John's face, chest to chest, "Then why don't you leave, John? Why not do us all a favor and end this?"
"Because I love you, you little shit!"
Randy bit back a reply, stopping short at John's admission. John sighed, looking into his eyes, disappointment written across his face. "Randy. What…what is your problem?"
Randy turned away, walking over to the bench in the center of the room, sitting down defeated. "I…I don't know." He raked his hands across his face, deflated and exhausted.
John's features softened at the beaten look on his lover's face. "Hey…hey," John whispered, sitting next to Randy as he wrapped his arm across his shoulders. "What is it?"
Randy looked away, unable to resist feeling ashamed of himself, "Nothing."
John held back the questions he wanted to ask, choosing instead to comfort his boyfriend. Over the past weeks, Randy's moods had shifted constantly, leaving John feeling confused and frustrated. He was watching Randy pull away from him in front of his own eyes and it killed him to know he couldn't do anything to stop it. But it didn't mean he couldn't try—the thought of losing Randy scared the shit out of him, and he was going to try by any means to insure that didn't happen.
Randy tilted his head up to face John, leaning against him, "I'm sorry."
John stroked the length of Randy's arm, knowing that soon enough Randy's walls would be built up once again, "It's alright, Randy."
Randy shook his head, burying it in John's chest, "I'm so sorry."
Cody rushed from the elevator as soon as the doors opened, quickly making his way to Randy's room. He hadn't managed to get a chance to talk to him after he left the locker room, and after seeing the somber look on his face later in the night, he couldn't help but fear for the worst.
He used the keycard that was always made sure to be sent to him to open Randy's room, glancing around to double check on John's whereabouts for the night.
Walking further into the room, he caught sight of Randy asleep in his bed, the lines of worry and regret that had been on his face all night nowhere to be found. Cody smiled at the peaceful look on his face, kneeling on the bed next to him. "Randy?"
Cody placed his hand on Randy's chest, stroking the firm muscles in order to get a response from his lover. "Randy? Wake up."
Randy's eyes slowly opened, glancing around the room before settling on Cody's face, small smile forming as he reached for him. "Hey."
Cody smiled in return, leaning forward to place a kiss on his lips, "Hey yourself." He eyed the tired look on Randy's face, reaching up to stroke his cheek, "You okay?"
Randy nodded, sitting up and pulling Cody on top of him, running his fingers through the dark locks, "Yeah, I'll be fine. How are you?"
"I'm a lot better now that I'm with you. I missed you."
"I missed you too."
Cody bit his lip as Randy looked over to the window, staring outside at the starless night. "…Randy? I know what's wrong, and its okay. I know…I know that you feel bad for…what we're doing."
Randy faced Cody, eyes reading his face, finding no trace of bitterness or anger there despite what he was acknowledging. "That's not it, Cody. I don't feel bad about being with you. I don't regret being with you or starting things with you. It's just…" Randy trailed off, unable to admit to the elephant in the room.
"John."
Randy looked up, "Yeah."
Cody pushed past his conscious, removing any thought of Randy's other half out of his mind, "I want to be with you, Randy. I know that it's wrong, and that we shouldn't, but…I'm not willing to end things between us. I don't care anymore, I just want to be with you."
Randy leaned forward, placing his lips against Cody's, quickly sinking his tongue into his mouth, trying to show Cody how much he felt the same; he wouldn't let Cody go for anything.
Cody moaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Randy's neck as he bent down further, wanting to be as close to him as possible. Their tongues tangled together, expressing more emotion to each other in that one kiss than they could ever put into words.
Cody broke away, looking into Randy's stormy blue eyes, leaning his forehead against Randy's. He knew at that moment he loved Randy, knew that he'd do anything for him. He just needed to know that Randy did too. "Will you show me? Show me that you want this too."
Randy nodded, bringing Cody into another kiss, rolling them over so that Cody was pinned underneath him. He continued the kiss throughout, reaching blindly to unbutton Cody's shirt, pushing the fabric away as he grasped at the smooth, tan muscles of Cody's chest, loving the feel of his soft skin.
He reached further down, unbuttoning and unzipping Cody's pants as his tongue mapped the insides of Cody's mouth, re-memorizing his taste, of the feel of his hands reaching up to grab at his back, the sharp nails digging into Randy's flesh begging him to continue.
Cody lifted his hips up, allowing Randy to remove his jeans and boxers, gasping as his
dick was grabbed by Randy's large hands, squeezing and jacking as he reached full hardness.
"Please, Randy…Need you so bad."
Randy moaned into his mouth, wordlessly agreeing to Cody's request. Randy rose from the bed, rifling through the nightstand for lube, quickly returning to lie against Cody, missing the feeling of his warm body against him. He bent down, placing a trail of kisses across each piece of skin he could reach, slicking his fingers with the cold lube, reaching down to circle the tips across Cody's hole.
Cody moaned, arching his back in a desperate attempt to get closer to Randy, trying to force his fingers past the tight ring of muscle. Randy kissed around his hips, licking a trail of sweat up his stomach as he finally pushed two of his fingers into Cody.
Cody gasped, crying out as Randy massaged his inner walls, the burning of being stretched morphing into pure pleasure as Randy pushed to the last knuckle, bumping against that spot deep inside him.
"Fuck! Randy, do that again."
Randy smirked to himself, mercilessly stabbing Cody's prostate, reducing him to nothing but a sweaty, moaning mass of limbs.
"Fuccckkk…Randy, please! Please fuck me!"
Randy pulled his fingers out, sure that Cody was stretched enough for him, slicking up his dick as he pushed into Cody, nearly coming right then at the tightness practically suffocating his dick.
"Fuck, Cody. So damn tight."
Cody wrapped his legs around Randy's waist, digging his heels into his back forcing him to move deeper inside. Letting out a moan once Randy was fully seated, Cody reached up, pulling Randy down closer against him, frantically devouring his lips in a sloppy kiss.
Randy thrust into him, snapping his hips back and forth, practically pounding Cody into the mattress. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin and moans of ecstasy filled the room, both men crying out in pleasure as Randy thrust deeper and deeper into his willing lover.
Cody let out a loud choked off moan, his eyes shut tight as Randy struck his prostate, his hands blindly reaching across Randy's toned back, nails digging into his skin as each thrust became more frenzied.
"Fuck, Cody…Not gonna last."
Cody nodded vigorously, holding off his own orgasm becoming increasingly hard for him as well. "Please, Randy. Make me come." Cody clenched around Randy's cock, drawing a loud moan from his mouth. "Please."
Randy reached forward, grasping Cody's leaking dick, full with the need to come. "Fucking beautiful. Come for me, Cody." Pumping it along with his thrusts and moving his thumb across the slit, Randy pulled Cody's climax from him, eyes trailing from his blissful face to the sight of his dick spurting long streams of cum in his hand.
The look on Cody's face, the sounds coming from his mouth, finally brought Randy to the edge, his body tensing as he came, Cody's name falling from his mouth.
Randy braced his arms on either side of Cody's head, reaching down to pull out of him before leaning down and placing another kiss on Cody's lips.
Cody pulled Randy down against him, his head in the crook of Randy's neck, placing a kiss on the tan skin, "Thank you."
Randy tilted his head to face him, kissing his forehead before rolling over to Cody's left, taking his weight off of the younger man.
Cody closed his eyes, enjoying the afterglow of his orgasm, narrowing them in irritation when a loud tone sounded through the room, ruining the moment.
"Who the fuck—" Cody started, rolling over to the edge of the bed, reaching into his pants pocket to retrieve his phone. "Not mine," he said, showing the blank screen to Randy.
"Fuck," Randy sighed, reaching onto the floor to grab his cell. "Hello?"
Cody looked on as Randy's face showed recognition…then panic.
"Yeah, yeah…okay see ya then." Randy hung up, jumping from the bed and gathering Cody's things together. "You've gotta go, Cody. John's coming back from his media shit early. He's on his way up."
Cody's face fell; he'd really been hoping to spend as much time with Randy tonight as he could, and now… "Right now?"
"Yes! Now! C'mon, c'mon. Get dressed."
Cody got out bed, putting on his pants as quickly as could despite the fact he wanted nothing more than to drag his feet, refusing to leave.
"You set?" Randy asked, looking around the room, making sure Cody had all his stuff.
"Yeah," Cody said, pulling on his shirt. He walked over to Randy, placing a kiss on his lips. "I'll see ya later?"
"Yeah," Randy said, giving Cody one last kiss before he had to leave.
Cody begrudgingly left Randy's embrace, crossing the room, leaving his keycard on Randy's nightstand as he passed, quietly making his way out of the room.
Cody reached the elevators, absentmindedly adjusting his appearance as he waited for the doors to open.
The soft 'ding' sounded in the quiet hallway, opening the doors to the elevator, a rushed John Cena nearly colliding with Cody.
"Oh. Hey Codes."
"..Hi." Cody said, stepping aside to allow John into the hallway.
"Whatcha been doin' lately, bud?" John said, genuine smile on his face as he talked to his former friend.
Your boyfriend. "Nothing much really. Just keeping busy, you know?"
"Right, right. I see you. Well, it was nice to see you man. Give me a call if you ever wanna hang out, alright?" John said, walking towards his and Randy's room.
"Yup. Will do." Cody said, fake smile plastered to his face.
John offered one of his cheesy salutes, turning his back and walking down the hallway towards the room not five minutes ago, Cody had been occupying.
Cody turned back to the elevator, pushing the call button as the doors had long since shut. The significance of that image nearly blew his mind: Cody standing alone, while John made his way to his and Randy's room, planning on spending their entire week together, while Cody would be lucky to see Randy once or twice.
Why should he be the one forced to be alone at the end of the night? Why couldn't he be in John's place, curled up next to Randy's sleeping form, waking up next to him. Being the last thing he sees before bed, and the first thing when he wakes up. Didn't Cody deserve to be with him to?
Cody stepped into the elevator, jealousy coursing through his veins. He loved Randy just as much as John, if not more, and yet he was the one being sent away whenever John showed up. It infuriated him; the fact that he couldn't be with Randy simply because of him… because he just happened to have known Randy sooner…Cody pushed thoughts of John out of his mind, not wanting to thing about the person who was keeping him away from the man he loved. One of these days he'd have Randy for himself…
He was sure of it.
A/n from Jessica: Yep i wrote it ain't nobody scared! lol. (abraham washington reference ftw) anyway, hope you enjoyed. be sure and review! and just know, i had to hold back SOO much from titling this chapter "be jealous". I thought that'd be a bit much. lol.
anndd...because i think everyone deserves to know about the awesomeness of this band, you all should most definitely check out Hollywood Undead's new album American Tragedy. It fucking rocks, and was the playlist behind this chapter, which maaayy be the reason why this chapter is a teeny bit emo. :P
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