"4 texts and 3 missed calls," Randy read off his phone. "All from Cody."
He had woken up minutes before, naked, lying next to an also naked John Cena. John was laying on his side watching Orton. He put his phone back on the bedside table and laid back on his back as both of his hands roamed his shaved head.
"What are we gonna do?" John asked. Randy closed his eyes and didn't answer. "Randy, what does this mean—"
"I don't know John!" Randy yelled. "I don't know."
John turned away from him and lied back on his back as well. Both men laid there and stared up at the ceiling for several minutes.
"I've got to go." Randy finally said.
John sat up instantly and faced Randy again. "What?"
"I've got to shower, hit the road, and make it to Smackdown tonight," he said plainly.
"No, like what—what does that mean? What are you going to do?"
"I don't know."
"So I'm just supposed to wait for you to make up your mind? Keep waiting for you?" John asked wide-eyed.
"Keep waiting?" Randy asked. "We couldn't have been lying here for more than ten minutes."
"That's not what I meant."
Randy paused. Then shook his head when he caught on to what his friend had just told him. "I can't. I can't deal with this right now." He hopped out of the bed and threw all of his clothes on quickly. He grabbed his phone and went to exit the room, stopping himself at the door. "Don't tell anyone this happened." Then he left.
John sat there and crashed his face into his palms.
Randy walked down the hall as he typed a text to Cody.
"To: Cody
Sry, i got really drunk last night and ended up crashing in johns room. it was closer to the elevator than ours lol on my way to the room now"
…
Phil slowly awoke to pleasure. He felt he had an erection. He felt a hand stroking that erection. He slowly opened his eyes. He was laying on his bed, fully naked, and fully uncovered. There was a foreign hand stroking his hard manhood. He looked over to see Bryan on the bed completely naked as well, stroking him.
"Morning," he said with a slight smile.
"Whatcha doin there Bryan?" Punk asked, blinking his eyes to make them adjust to the light.
"Well I woke up and saw you over here… You were already hard! While you were asleep!... So I just thought I'd help you out." He said, his strokes never falling off the rhythm.
"Alright then," Punk said slowly. He propped both of his hands behind his head and laid it back on the pillow, relaxing into the feeling. He closed his eyes and just felt it. Daniel saw this. He continued but repositioned himself, laying parallel to Phil on his side. His hard cock was just barely poking into his friend's side. Phil ignored it, and continued to lie still and relaxed. When he started eliciting little moans Bryan doubled his efforts. He stroked faster, running his thumb over the sensitive tip every time.
"Fuck," he mumbled lightly. He began thrusting into Bryan's tight grip on him. Daniel returned the favor, rubbing his stiff erection into Punk's torso repeatedly. Bryan added his one free hand to the hand job. Phil's cock was now entirely covered and squeezed by both of his friend's hands. Both hands moved in fast unison, tugging hard on Punk's hard on.
"Almost…there," Punk breathed between moans. His hips were now jack hammering into Bryan's hands and with a few more thrusts his orgasm over took him. He shot streams of cum all over his chest and Daniel's hands. Bryan stroked him a few more time before letting go and crashing on to his back, breathing heavily. Phil's breaths matched his. Moments later, Punk sat up. He patted Daniel on the thigh, inches away from where his hard cock was standing up.
"Thanks man," he said, and stood up off the bed and disappeared into the hotel room's bathroom.
Daniel stared at the closed bathroom door. Seconds later he could hear the shower. He looked back down at his dick still standing tall, and shook his head.
…
Randy managed to get through the night's Smackdown with out Cody being at all suspicious of him. He hadn't said a word of the true happenings from last night. Cody believed his story. Which made him curse himself further. Cody trusted him. They were in Atlanta tonight: Cody's hometown. When they left the arena they drove to his home. Randy was unpacking some of his stuff in the master bedroom when Cody embraced him from behind. He wrapped his arms around the larger man's waist and began kissing up and down the side of his neck.
"I love being home," he said between kisses. Randy stiffened and stood still as Cody continued. "Completely private. We can do anything we want, anywhere we want. As loud as we want." He smiled towards Randy.
"Yeah," Randy said with a fake smile. He grabbed his toiletry bag and took it to the bathroom. As soon as he re-entered the room Cody grabbed him again. He pulled Randy's face into his own and kissed him. He moved his lips against his boyfriend, who didn't reciprocate. Cody pushed forward optimistically, playing with Randy's lip with his tongue. Randy couldn't stand it. He grabbed Cody by his arms and pulled him off of himself.
"Cody, I can't," he said looking down.
Cody sighed. "Why not? What has been up with you lately?"
Randy shook his head, never looking up to his boyfriend's eyes. He took a seat on the end of the bed.
"Randy, you're scaring me a little here."
He then looked up. His eyes told a story of guilt and sorrow. If Cody was only a little afraid before, now he was terrified. His lips pursed in a way Randy could read as 'what?' "I slept with John."
Cody's mouth dropped open slightly. "You…" he shook his head. "No," he shook his head again. His lip hitched and his eyes got a thin layer of water coating. "When?"
"Last night."
Cody shook his head again. "After you—you told me—" his voice cracked. "You told me there was nothing to worry about—How many times did you tell me I had nothing to worry about?!" Cody yelled.
Randy stood up at once and crossed the distance to him. "Cody," he put his hands on the back of Cody's neck. "I'm so—" Cody knocked his hands off of him and took a step away from him.
"Don't touch me right now."
Randy nodded. "I'm so sorry Cody. I never wanted to do this to you. I never wanted to betray you or hurt you like this and I hate that I did. I feel horrible Cody. I do. I am sorry."
Cody stared up at the ceiling with his arms crossed over his chest for moments. Randy just watched him. Time dragged on. To them it felt like hours.
Cody cleared his throat. "I don't know where we go from here." He looked down and made eye contact with Randy now. His eyes were still filled with water and he had a couple tear streaks running down his cheeks.
"Me either Cody."
A few more silent moments passed. "Why?" Cody asked.
Randy took a deep breath before answering. "It just happened Cody."
"That doesn't just happen!" he yelled back.
Randy shook his head. "I know you're not going to believe me but it had nothing to do with John. He was just there Cody."
"Quit saying my name like that! What do you mean he was just there?"
"I don't know. He was just there. We hugged and he… he was just right there."
"Just there…" Cody mocked. "Just there. Like—like he was just there, like it could have been anybody? Like anybody could have just been there for you to cheat on me with?"
Randy just stared at him.
"What the fuck Randy?!" he yelled. "Why?! What have I done that's so wrong? I thought… I thought," Cody began to tremble slightly, "that we were fine. That we were perfect."
Randy took a step towards Cody again, who again stepped away from him. "I think… I think that's problem." Cody looked at him, confused, more tears falling. Randy's own eyes began to water now. "You could tell things have been off lately. You're amazing. You're beautiful, and sweet, and kind, and good and smart; you're perfect Cody—sorry—you're perfect for me and I think that's what's wrong. Perfection gets boring."
"You're bored," Cody sobbed, "You're bored with me?"
A tear fell down Randy's cheek. "I hate this! I hate that I feel this way but I do. I don't want to be bored because you don't deserve any of this. It's just… you are perfect for me. You came out to me, you came out for me, you gave your virginity to me; you're tailor made for me. So much so that it feels kind of like you're not even your own person."
Cody sobbed uncontrollably now. "I'm too perfect for you?!"
Randy shook his head as he cried more. "I wish it wasn't this way!"
"What am I supposed to do with that?!" Cody yelled. "Huh, Randy! What?!"
Randy looked down at the floor. "I think… I think we need to call it off."
"What?" Cody gasped.
Randy looked up at him. Both men had tear scarred faces. "I think we're done Cody."
Cody shook his head. "No. I don't want to be."
"I don't either, but what else are we supposed to do Cody?"
Cody shook his head as more tears started to fall. "I… I… I…"
Randy stepped to him in one quick step and pulled him into a tight hug. His arms wrapped around his back as Cody's went around his waist. Both men lost whatever resolve they still had and came completely undone in each other's arms. "I'm so sorry."
His words only caused Cody to cry harder. Randy pulled him in tighter to ease his trembling as much as he could. "How—" his sobbing voice cracked, "How am I supposed to go on?"
Randy's hands moved to the back of his neck as he pulled his head back and rested their foreheads against each other. "You can do this. You're strong Cody. So strong. Stronger than you know." They stayed like that for minutes, never looking away from each other's eyes. "So," Randy spoke again finally, "I'm gonna go."
He attempted to step back but Cody's arms didn't release him. He looked back up at Cody for a second. Cody let him go. He moved over to the dresser and began to put his things back in his bag. Cody sat on the edge of the bed. He alternated between watching Randy and staring at random points on the wall. When Randy was done he turned to look at Cody. His beautiful blue eyes were still glossed over with tears. He turned and walked toward the door. He turned back when he crossed the threshold. Cody's eyes were already on him.
"Goodbye Cody."
"Goodbye Randy."