"Johnny, darling, Codes is here," Randy shouted up to the bedroom where John was lying in bed.
"Five more minutes," he heard John grumble loudly in response.
"Darling, if you don't get up I'm not cooking you breakfast," Randy threatened as he led Cody up to one of the spare rooms.
"I'll still get some though, right?" Cody asked.
Randy looked over his shoulder and registered the worried and serious look on Cody's face and chuckled.
"Codes, we got extra in, just for you," Randy snickered. "I'm going to piss John off so he gets up."
Randy left Cody, walked along the hallway and entered the master suite. He shook his head, both amused and annoyed at John's behaviour. He had his whole body covered by the sheets and if Randy didn't think he was so cute he would've pulled the sheet off the bed there and then.
In his quest to stay in bed as long as possible, John had stretched out across th mattress and his head, from what Randy could tell, was now buried in the pillows on Randy's side of the bed.
Randy moved around the bed and crouched down by his nightstand.
"Darling, you've got to get up," he pushed gently.
"I'm too comfy," John murmured back, still not moving an inch.
Randy gently took hold of the sheet and peeled it back so he could see John's face. His eyes were shut tight but not scrunched and a pout was starting to form. If Randy wasn't already in love with the man, then he would've been from that moment on. Even though he knew John was playing him, his heart melted.
"Darling, please get up, I was going to make pancakes, they're your favourite," Randy said, pleading for John to get up.
When John started pulling on the sheets to try and cover his head again, Randy admitted defeat. He moved away from the bed and walked into the en suite. He turned on the shower, making sure to adjust the temperature gage, before returning to John.
"Okay, you did this to yourself," Randy warned.
He grabbed John's sheets and whipped them off his body before John realised what happened. Randy threw the sheets on the floor and took hold of John's ankles, pulling him to the corner of the bed.
John was gripping at the mattress trying to stop him, but Randy had already pulled him far enough to wrap his arms around John's waist and heave him from the bed.
"How are you still so freakishly strong?" John asked as he was trying to kick his way out of Randy's grip.
"Because," Randy said, carrying him into the en suite. "I get up in the morning."
Randy threw John into the shower only to have him instinctively trying to jump back out as the freezing cold water struck his body.
"Shit, Randy, you ass," John yelled as Randy shoved him back in the shower.
"Now you're up," Randy quipped as he noticed the effect the cold water was having on John.
John turned away from him to adjust the temperature of the shower, and when he turned back to face Randy, a smirk was spreading across his face
"You going to let the room get all wet?" John asked as he tugged on Randy's shirt, pulling him into the shower.
"Hey, Teddy, you made it finally," Cody cried as he launched himself into Ted, wrapping his arms around his friend.
"Cody, I saw you last night," Ted commented as he wrapped his own arm around Cody's waist.
He pulled back when he realised he was holding Cody, his best friend, a little too close for a little too long.
"Not that I mind, but why are you greeting me? Where's John and Randy?" Ted asked as he pulled his suitcase from the rental car.
"Randy went to wake John up," Cody said, as though Ted should know exactly what he meant without explaining it further.
Ted shrugged his shoulders as he passed his carry-on bag to Cody.
"That was an hour ago," Cody stated with wide eyes.
Ted stopped in his tracks and looked at Cody as though he didn't believe him. Cody just stared back, telling him without words that he was being honest.
"Well, they're living together, it's their house, guess we can't complain," Ted said moving toward the house.
"I was in the guest room," Cody said, his eyes starting to bug out of their sockets.
"Did you hear anything?" Ted asked opening the door.
"No," Cody said, his relief clear in his voice.
"Come on, we'll wait for them in the living room," Ted said putting his suitcase by the staircase. He grabbed Cody's hand, pulling him along.
"If they get loud, you're taking me out for breakfast. I still haven't eaten anything."
Ted laughed at Cody's childish behaviour. His best friend could always be counted on to bring up the topic of food and his unfathomable hunger.
The pair sat down at opposite end of the sofa and stretched out. When Ted felt his feet resting against Cody's he suddenly pulled back as though he'd done something wrong.
"Sorry," he said, not making eye contact.
He couldn't understand why he felt the heat rushing to his face as though he was blushing.
"That's alright," Cody said turning away to grab the remote he spotted sat on the coffee table. "Movie?"
"Sure," Ted answered.
Now he knew why he heat felt like it was going to his face, he was blushing. He felt like he did the first time he'd met Kristen's parents and somehow managed to brush his hand against Kristen's breast. No one had noticed but he knew it happened and his face went as red as a beetroot.
Cody flicked through the channels finally deciding on the X-Men Origins: Wolverine film. Ted groaned as he thought about watching the film again. Cody was obsessed with X-Men even though the whole franchise was dated now. He could sympathise with Randy, since John was exactly the same with Star Wars, and those films were even older.
"Come on, it's a classic," Cody chirped seeing Ted rolling his eyes.
Ted relented and sat back to watch the film. For some reason, Ted found himself discreetly watching Cody as the movie played through. He watched as different emotions worked across Cody's face. Laughter, because Cody liked Wolverine's sarcasm. Anger, or was it hurt, when Viktor killed the girlfriend. Ted even thought he saw lust in Cody's eyes during Hugh Jackman's naked scenes.
"You're looking hot," Cody said snapping Ted out of his thoughts.
"What?" Ted asked as he only heard the last word.
"I said, you're looking hot, do you want the air-conditioning on?"
"No, no, I'm good," Ted said embarrassed at getting caught. "I just need a drink, do you want one?"
"No, I'll have something to eat though," Cody said returning to the film.
"I'm not rai-" Ted started to say but stopped when he thought he heard something.
"What?" Cody asked.
"Nothing, I just thou-"
"FUCK… RANDY… FUCK…"
"Want to get out of here?" Ted said already heading for the door.
"Yes," Cody said running ahead of Ted to the rental car.
Ted and Cody ended up spending a couple of hours at the nearest shopping mall killing time. After the loud and explosive yelling coming from upstairs, neither man wanted to return back to Casa del Cena/Orton for fear of walking in on round-god-knows-which.
Came the end though, they couldn't put it off any longer and they returned to John and Randy's.
Tentatively, Ted opened the door, with Cody clinging to his shirt in the process.
"Hello," Ted said quietly before stepping inside.
"JOHNNY," Randy called breaking the silence.
"Oh hell no," Cody said gripping tighter to Ted's shirt.
"Darling, where did you put the salad ingredients? I need to prepare it when you're doing the meat."
Ted felt Cody relax behind him and his shirt loosened as Cody let go of him.
Ted cocked his head indicating for Cody to follow him in. Cody, almost shyly, stayed a step behind him, as though using Ted as a shield; and Ted was more than willing to do so, though he still wasn't sure why he was having these reactions all day.
Ted led Cody into the kitchen where Randy was stood with his head in the fridge, pulling out the salad.
"Hey, the wanderers return," Randy said as he turned around and saw the pair. "Where'd you go, anyway?"
"We just went to the mall," Ted replied, not expanding on why they went.
Randy made his way around the kitchen island and gave Ted a brotherly hug.
"How you doing Ted?" Randy asked returning to his salad preparations.
"Good."
"Codes, you should've said Ted was here," Randy said not looking at Cody as John walked in at that very moment.
"Hey Ted, how's i-"
"You are kidding," Cody snapped. "You said you were going to make John get up; I was here by myself for an hour, then Teddy gets here and he convinces me to stick around, then less than an hour later, we hear him screaming; and you wanted me to let you know?"
All three men stared at Cody after his outburst. It was unlike him to rant since usually he was straight and to the point.
"I didn't scream," John said after half a minute's silence.
"Yes, you did," the others said in unison.
"…multiple times," Randy said in John's ear as he walked by.
John came out of the en suite in his pyjama bottoms and made his way to the bed where Randy was sat against the headboard, reading glasses on with his nose stuck in a book.
"You are so the wife of this relationship," John quipped as he crawled into bed, curling up against Randy.
"May I point out two things," Randy said without looking up from his book. "First, I'm not the one curling up against their partner, resting his head on said partner's chest."
John smirked at Randy's comment and curled in even closer; smiling when Randy immediately put his free arm around his shoulders.
"And second?" John asked.
"I fucked your ass three times this morning," he commented finally looking away from his book. "Now why did you think I was the wife?"
"Because you're always sat up in bed reading," John said shrugging his shoulders, seeming a tad disappointed with his reasoning.
"It's Stephen King, it's a great book," Randy quibbled.
He could see something was bothering John so he put his book down on the nightstand; pulling John off of him momentarily, so he could lie down, he then pulled John back against him, holding him close.
"What you thinking? I can see the clogs turning," Randy said, gently tip-tapping his fingers on the side of John's head.
"I just, I don't know," John mumbled. "Something seemed off with Ted tonight."
"Like what?" Randy asked.
"I don't know; like he was uncomfortable around us," John said, hurt and confusion coming off him in waves.
"Darling, Ted's known us since before we were together; I don't think he'd uncomfortable around us," Randy said trying to soothe his partner.
"I guess; but there was something wrong though," John stated.
John pulled out of Randy's hold slightly and flipped over so his back was resting against Randy's chest. Randy let his hands travel down John's big arms and across the back of his hands before interlocking their fingers.
He lay there for a couple of minutes playing with John's fingers, tenderly running his fingertips along John's skin. He knew simply lying in one another's arms would help relax John and settle his mind.
"Do you want to know what I noticed today?" Randy asked quietly.
"Hmm?" John asked, answering Randy without actually saying anything.
"Cody was practically attached to Ted all night," Randy said his voice full of innuendo.
"Really?" John asked intrigued. "I didn't notice."
"Maybe I was just seeing things, but I swear Cody was hanging off every word," Randy explained. "Makes me wonder how much time they've been spending together."
"Do you think maybe that's what I was picking up on?" John asked.
"Could be," Randy said, raising John's arm and wrapping it around his neck.
John tilted his head back to look at Randy and smiled.
"I like you in glasses, they make you look smart," John said, smiling.
"Was that a compliment? Because I could easily take it as an insult," Randy played with John.
"It was a compliment," John chuckled as he realised what he said.
"Good," Randy said, kissing along John's bicep.
"Like what you see?"
"Yeah, and they look even better when I'm wearing my glasses."
John chuckled again, flexing his muscles for Randy.
"Sexy," Randy breathed in John's ear.
John moaned a little as a shudder ran through his body from one word being said in his ear. There was something about Randy's voice that turned him on; but what turned him on even more was that Randy was his and his alone.
"Honey," John whined when Randy kissed his way along his bicep again. "Please."
"Uh-uh," Randy muttered, stopping his assault. "I wore you out this morning. Rob would have my neck if you couldn't do anything at the gym tomorrow."
"Honey," John whined again.
"Come on," Randy said adjusting John so he was back on his front, resting against Randy's chest.
Once they were settled Randy reached over and hit the switch to turn the lights off. He snuggled down into John and held him tight.
"Night, honey."
"Night, darling. I love you," Randy said softly.
"You are so the wife; always wanting affirmation," John quipped quietly as they settled down for the night.