A/N: No one has guessed who is the mystery man that is making things sticky for Ted/Cody, but we'll see if anyone can figure it out throughout the story. I don't want to make it too obvious. Anyway...

Cody grinned as he was heading towards Ted's apartment. He couldn't believe their good fortune that they had two days off to themselves. This was going to be great. They could work out together, hang out, do fun things that didn't involve clothing, and maybe read some comics. He was so psyched, he almost didn't notice the odd look his lover was giving him as he entered the apartment.

"Baby, what's wrong?" he asked as he kissed Ted in the cheek. "You seem a little quiet." Ted silently kicked himself for letting Cody notice he was distracted. What was up with that post on YouTube? Who would want to make Cody look like he was cheating on him? And for God's sake, when would Drew start to dress like an American? People were starting to talk.

"It's nothing, Cody, really," he smiled and pulled the younger into his arms. "Just a little tired is all. Randy says hi." Cody didn't quite believe him, but he decided to let it pass.

"How are he and Mike doing?" he asked deciding that arguing right then wasn't going to do anything.

"They seem to be doing OK. John's back in the picture, but he's hanging out with Randy with no problems." He shrugged and laughed a little. "Maybe John and Mike just needed a little time to move on from their thing and this is their way of becoming friends again."

Cody considered this for a moment. "That makes sense, I guess. Hey, did you hear that they are probably going to put me with Drew as a tag team?"

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Meanwhile, not that far away, a figure stalked back and forth feeling quite upset. How could his generous offer be refused just like that? Why didn't anyone take him seriously anymore? He was in fact one of the more prominent veterans. And was it necessary for the younger Scott to laugh at him when he told him how cute he looked? Oh, he couldn't get anything right, these days.

He let out a frustrated growl as he tried to figure out what to do from that point. Why did Cody have all of the luck when it came to lovers? He heard that Ted was more confused as to why anyone would post random footage of wrestlers than worried about why Cody was talking to someone else. The little brat was starting to get on his nerves.

So, what was a man in his position to do...

(: :'(

Micheal Cole was walking down the halls of the arena about two hours prior to the show starting. He loved this job. Even if he was the butt of the jokes, and he had to pretend to like the Miz, he could live with it. As long as he was able to commentate, he was happy. Especially since he was able to commentate on the beautiful form better known as Randy Orton. Now, that was a man. Every inch of his body screaming Greek god. And he was approaching him rubbing his shoulder. Yes, there is a God.

"Hey, Randy," he said trying to sound casual. "How is your shoulder feeling?" The gentle concern was evident.

"Oh, hey, Cole," Randy smiled." The usual crap with this shoulder, I guess. It hasn't popped out in a while, so that's always good."

Cole nodded sympathetically as Randy sat down for a moment. While Randy was looking the other way at something, he took the opportunity to take in the larger man's appearance. Once people got past the tattoos and the intimidating eyes, they saw a gentle and caring individual and a warm smile. He winced almost at the same time as Randy as he moved his shoulder the wrong way. Before he could stop himself, he reached out and rubbed the shoulder gently.

"Oh my God, he feels nice..."

"Enjoying yourself, Mike?" Randy said, slightly amused.

"Oh, sorry," Cole replied feigning embarrassment and slowly moving his hand away. He had wanted to do that for ages. A cough brought him back to reality. "Oh, hi, Mike."

"And just what the hell are you two doing?" Mike said in a mockingly stern voice. Randy suddenly got up in an exaggerated movement wincing slightly.

"Honey, I can explain!" he jokingly exclaimed. "He had his hands on me to make me feel better...I mean his touch was nice..ah fuck!"

Mike laughed and kissed Randy on the cheek, not noticing the cold stare that the announcer was giving him. Suddenly, his tone became serious.

"Are you sure that you are feeling alright?" he asked. "I really think a trainer should look at that shoulder if it's hurting that much."

"No, it's really not that bad. Cole here made it all better." Randy winked at the older man and followed his lover towards the ring to go over some last minute details. The minute they were gone the smile left Cole's face. He sat down heavily, frustrated that the guy he wanted was so close but so far away. What did he see in the smaller man? That reality show has been didn't deserve someone as great as Randy.

He sighed and got up and started to form a plan in his mind. He had to find a way to get Randy's attention. But how?

"Oh, hi, Cole," He turned around at the familiar voice.

"Oh, hi. How are you doing?"

"I'm doing alright. Listen, I know about your little problem. Maybe we can help each other out?"

"I'm not sure I know what you're talking about," Cole said, frowning slightly.

"I think you do," the other man said. "I can't stand to see the two together, either. What about the two of us team up on this? You get a new lover, and I make sure his life isn't ruined. Pretty win-win if you ask me." Cole considered this for a moment.

"What do you have in mind?"

A/N: You can still PM me if you think you know who the mystery man screwing with Coddles is. Other than that feel free to review.

Cole Muse: Why am I always the fan girl in these things?

Me: ::shrugs:: It just works out that way.

Randy Muse: You, sir, disgust me.

Cole Muse: I apologize for nothing.

Me: OK...