"Oh God, baby!" Randy yelled when his cock was fully sheathed inside his lover. He held his thighs, opening him up as far as he could as his crotch became flush with his lover's ass.

"Oh, Randy!" John yelled back from underneath him as his hands grabbed Randy's waist, pulling him in closer. Randy complied, urging his hips further forward, crushing their bodies together. They both moaned loudly.

Randy pulled almost all the way out in one swift motion, and just as quickly slammed right back. John gasped. Randy continued the brutally quick pace, looking down on to John. He was writhing, gasping, moaning, his huge chest rising and falling quickly. John's hands moved to cup Randy's ass tightly. He squeezed each cheek, hard enough to turn the tan skin pale. His arms moved in motion with Randy's hips, pulling him in closer on every thrust. Randy groaned at the pain and the new tight depth gripping his cock. The new sensation inspired him and he began thrusting in with new vigor. He and John moaned uncontrollably at this fast, hard rate. Sweat shined all over both men, their muscled forms on full display. Randy slammed in repeatedly, John's firm grip on his ass still pulling him in tightly, over and over.

Cody woke up instantly, gasping as his body involuntarily sat up on the bed. He was in a cold sweat, panting continuously. The sun was slightly beaming in through the curtains, giving some light to the otherwise dark hotel room.

"Cody," the voice came from right next to him. "What's wrong?" Randy's chest gently collided with Cody's back as both of his hands wrapped around his waist and he placed light kisses on his shoulder. Cody remembered where he was. Randy brought him back to him, kissing up his neck, to his ear.

"Nothing. Bad dream."

…

Later on that night at Raw, Randy and Punk had to do a tag match together. Cody was interested to see how that would turn out. He had already had a match, and was now watching from one of the monitors backstage waiting for the match. He had tried all day to ignore the dream he had that morning, to not try and make something out of it. He kept telling himself that everybody had weird dreams, they didn't have to always mean some deep underlying revelation. He was seated alone in the monitor room, until Bryan walked in and sat next to him.

"Here to see how this turns out?" Bryan said with a laugh.

"It will be interesting, to say the least."

They both watched in silence at all the entrances. Cody was shocked by how mesmerized he still was by Randy. He watched intently on the screen as his man walked stoically to the ring, the lights bouncing off his baby oiled body just right. He was the hottest man he'd ever seen. It was never just about looks though. He was entranced by Randy's eyes as he hopped up on the turnbuckle to pose and he peered into the crowd. Those eyes. His oogling and ogling was interrupted by the light change and the 'Cult of Personality.' He went to say something to Bryan but when he looked up he saw Daniel's face honed in on the screen, similarly to how his was moments before. He didn't say anything and just went back to watching. He had to admit, though he'd never say it to Randy, that Punk's new stich was entertaining, main event worthy. He laughed slightly as Punk stood on the top turnbuckle and yelled, "Best in the World" and Randy gave him a slight look of disgust. Slight enough that Cody would be the only one to notice it, and fans would just think it's the grumpy Viper being angry. Punk and Randy were now standing in their corner, the bell had already rung, and the ref was calling for one of them to get on the apron. They stared at each other, and then the crowd started chanting 'CM Punk.' They both looked out into the crowd and the voices got louder. Randy shrugged, and stepped to the apron as a grin took over Punk's face.

"Woah," Bryan said.

"Yeah. I'll probably be hearing about that tonight."

"Man, Randy really doesn't like him, huh?"

"Nope. He claims it's mutual. They way those two fight… It's just unreal."

"They argue like brother and sister." Bryan laughed.

"Don't say that to them. They'd argue for an hour over which of them is the sister in that situation." Cody said, and they both laughed. The match continued, and when Randy tagged in he saw a slight pout on Bryan's face. "So you two? Um… Are you like? I—"

"What?"

"It's nothing. I'm only curious… Randy said that you two—you and Phil… fuck."

"What?"

"He said everyone knew. That was the first I head of it though."

"Everyone knows?"

"So it's true."

"Yeah. No. We don't fuck. We have fucked. Randomly. It's not like a constant state of fucking. Just like a couple times, here or there. Not a big deal or anything at all. Just a couple fucks."

"I was only curious. I didn't know if Randy and I being gay was a reason he didn't like us."

"I…I… Okay, this is going to sound weird, but I'm not even sure he's gay." Cody just stared at him blank faced. "Well he dates a lot of girls, sleeps with some of them, I assume. And it's not like we do anything passionate or intimate or whatever. It's more of like, getting off." Cody nodded slowly. "Oh, and he doesn't not like you. He messes with you cause he knows it'll bother Randy. He likes you actually. Comic book nerds united, or something." Cody laughed and smiled.

He turned his attention back to the screen. Randy was currently being thrown around by Dolph. John then entered the room and approached the seat next to Bryan's.

"Sup, guys. Has it been good so far? Randy and Punk tagging, figured it had to be good."

"The fans spoke, and they chose Punk. They chanted for him until Randy got out of the ring to let him start the match."

"Woah. That's intense."

He continued talking, as John does, but Cody drowned him out. He tried to focus on the screen. The more he heard John's voice though, the more he pictured him, hot and sweaty, under his boyfriend. The images of his nightmare wouldn't leave him. He sprung to his feet and left the room quickly, without a word.