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Cody woke up on top of a bed. He blinked his eyes open to adjust to the LA sun beaming through the window. He was still wearing his jeans and t-shirt from the night before. He looked around the room. He was at the hotel. There were a couple of empty bottles scattered across the floor. The TV was on, as was the X-Box 360. Next to him was a still asleep and also still fully dressed Dolph Ziggler.

"Nick," Cody said.

His head shook a little but he continued sleeping.

"Nick," he said again, slightly increasing his volume.

His head shook in the same manner but his eyes slowly crept open.

"Cody?"

"Yeah."

"What are you doing?"

"I'm not doing anything. I just woke up. We must have just hit it a little too hard last night and crashed."

Nick rubbed his eyes and yawned. He looked around at the empty bottles. "Yeah," he laughed a little. "I guess so." He stretched his arms out. "I'm impressed."

Cody's eyes scrunched a little in confusion. "By what?"

"That you slept next to me in a bad all night and never made a move on me," he said, only partially sarcastic.

"Ha ha ha," Cody fake laughed pointedly. He wasn't exactly sure what to say. It was the first time Nick had ever mentioned him being gay since their newly formed friendship. Cody was almost positive he was straight, but he had to doubt a little. He had never met a straight guy that was so comfortable around gay guys. "Awe man," Cody said after pulling his phone out.

"What is it?" Dolph asked, now sitting up on the bed next to Cody's still lying body.

"Texts and missed calls from Teddy."

"Again?"

"Yeah. He and his wife are going through something and I feel bad but I can't deal with it. I've got my own stuff. I… I just can't"

"I get it."

"And every time he comes around he ends up drinking all of my alcohol." He put his phone back in his pocket.

"And that is just completely unacceptable," Nick said before he and Cody both laughed.

Cody stood up off the bed, being careful to not step on any bottles. "Oh man," he said, closing his eyes and massaging his forehead with one hand.

"Hang over hit you?"

"Like a freaking bus."

Nick laughed at him.

"Wait till you stand up. It'll get you too."

"We need to go work out. Work the hang over off. Before tonight."

"Summer Slam," Cody finished his thought.

"And so we can turn around and get even more hammered tonight."

"Summer Slam after party."

"Wooh!" Dolph cheered animatedly.

"Ow!" Cody yelled, putting his face in his palms.

"Sorry," Nick chuckled. "Are you excited?"

Cody sighed. He knew the party was supposed to be fun. It was supposed to be a celebration of the WWE's second biggest night of the year; a celebration in the infamous city of Los Angeles. And all Cody could think about was how every single WWE Superstar was going to be there. Every single one. "I don't know. I guess so."

"You worried you'll run in to him?" Nick asked. It was always surprising to Cody how Nick could shift his mood from fun to serious seamlessly.

"Yeah."

Dolph nodded. "Just stick with me and Ryder all night. I'll dodge him for you." Cody then nodded. "Alright, let's go hit the gym!"

…

Randy arrived at the Staples Center. He was there for Summer Slam obviously, but that wasn't the force driving him as he paced the entire backstage area. It wasn't his upcoming match against Sheamus that was on the forefront of his mind. And for the first time in weeks it wasn't his break up with Cody that plagued his mind and cost him nights of sleep. It was CM Punk. They hadn't seen each other since that Raw, almost a week ago. Randy couldn't wrap his mind around it. He really hated the guy; despised everything about him. But he kept thinking about that night in the locker room. How when he was so angry with the man the one thing he wanted to do was kiss him. He couldn't understand it but he knew he wanted to see him. He wanted to talk to Phil about what had happened. After searching high and low for him he was finally successful. He saw Phil walking out of a locker room and instantly sped towards him. Before Punk even knew what was happening the bigger man had him by the wrist and was pulling him down the hall.

"Randy, what are you doing?" he protested and tried to pull himself free but was unsuccessful. Randy found a closet and quickly opened the door and pushed Punk inside and then closed the door after he had joined him. "What the fuck Randal?"

"I…I uh… I…" Randy tried to formulate words. In all of his thinking and searching he hadn't actually thought of what he would actually say when he was finally with Punk.

"I I I I—you dragged me into a closet and that's all you have to say for yourself?" Punk barked.

"I just wanted to talk to you about what happened," Randy said slowly.

"That sounds like your problem, not mine," Punk said quickly. He stepped past Randy and out of the closet and walked away. Randy stepped out of the closet and was tempted to call out to him but he didn't want to draw any attention to the fact that he and CM Punk were just hiding in a supply closet, so he decided against it. He sighed and walked away.

…

Summer Slam was a complete success and now every member of the WWE Roster was celebrating in a huge Hilton Hotel banquet room. Randy and Cody had eyed each other from time to time across the room. Cody was sticking to his plan of boos and staying with Dolph and Zack all night. Randy was currently seated alone with some sort of drink that Alicia Fox had made and told him to try. He wasn't sure what it was but it was strong. Strong worked. While he and Cody continued to make unwanted eye contact, he couldn't get Punk to look back at him to save his life. He took another long sip. His face was still in his glass when the seat next to him was taken.

"Hey." He was just separating the glass from his lips when he heard John's voice. He stopped and gulped the last of his drink. "Happy to see me?"

"What do you want John?"

"Nothing. I just saw you over here alone. You're supposed to be having fun tonight."

"I'm stuck in a room with Cody, you and… Everyone else. That gives fun a slim chance."

"You have to stop treating me like the bad guy here." Randy looked at him for the first time this evening. "Because I'm not. We were both there that night. You… you were okay with it. I didn't do this to you."

"I know," Randy shook his head. "I know, John. I'm sorry. You didn't do anything wrong. It's just now I know what you want from me, and I can't give you that." Out of the corner of his eye he saw Phil had just turned away from his friends and off towards a hall. "I'm sorry, I gotta go." He stood up and quickly walked in that direction, without waiting for John to respond.

"Alicia!" John called, "Make me one of those drinks."

When Randy made it to the hallway he barely saw the bathroom door closing behind Punk. He followed after him. When he entered he saw Punk standing at a urinal. He scanned the room quickly. No one else was in here. He locked the door. Punk heard the lock and looked up. His eyes rolled when they fell on Randy.

"Seriously?" he asked, putting himself back in his jeans and zipping them up. "What now Randal?"

"We need to talk."

"I disagree," he responded, making a b-line for the sink and beginning to wash his hands.

"You don't want to talk about how you and I," he closed the distance so he was now standing right beside Phil, "Phillip Brooks and Randy Orton, two guys who have hated each other for years, had sex last week?!"

Punk turned to him and slowly looked up at him. The resolve in his eyes began to fade. His face became softer, less on edge. "Nope," and like that his stubborn and arrogant features returned. He attempted to step past Randy and to the door but he was too slow for the anticipating man before him. Randy quickly cut him off and stood right in front of the door.

"Too bad, Punk. This isn't just about you."

"If you wanted to talk about your feelings, you should've thought about that before you pulled my cock out." Punk then shoved Randy hard. He crashed against the perpendicular wall and Punk unlocked the door and left.

…

"So, you and Nick have been hanging out?" Matt asked Cody.

They were standing near the bar, both with a drink in hand. Dolph had just left them to go to the bathroom. "Yeah, a little."

Zack nodded, "We used to hang out all the time but to be honest bro, I had to stop."

"Why's that?"

"He's so hot, bro!"

Cody chuckled and took a drink. "And?"

"And he's totally straight. It was just too much of a tease for me, you know?"

"So… you… Did you try anything with him?" Cody was curious.

"I tried everything bro! He's straight as an arrow. Whatever that means."

Cody nodded and took another sip. "Do we even know what's in this drink Alicia made?"

Ryder took a long sip. "No clue!"

The night lingered on. More drinks were had. Cody was feeling a little confident and decided he would go to the bathroom by himself. I'm a grown man! When he entered the bathroom the only other man in there was John Cena. Cody erupted into laughter at once. John turned his head from where he was at the urinal and shook his head at Cody. Cody was too drunk to care as he walked to the urinal right next to John. As he unzipped his pants he looked right at him.

"Hey John!" he said an overly animated voice. "How you doin John? Fuck anybody's boyfriends lately John? Good job closing the show tonight John!"

"Okay," John said once he was finished and turned to Cody. "You junior have obviously had too much to drink tonight. And frankly, I think I have too!" He slurred. "So let's just call this quits before anything bad happens."

"Oh yeah, big John boy gets to tell everybody what to do," Cody finished up too and stood to face Cena. He stepped in real close. "What if I want something bad to happen, huh? You don't know me. I can be bad sometimes!"

"Oh really?"

"Really. Really really."

John just tilted his head and looked at him. Cody puffed his chest out in an attempt to make himself feel as big as the other man was. Their stare down was interrupted when Randy Orton stumbled into the bathroom, just as drunk as they were. They both looked at him. They were all frozen for some time, looking at each other, trying to decide what to do. Then Cody darted for the door. Randy quickly grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him into his own body. Their mouths connected and Randy kissed him with vigor. He kissed him with every pent up and held back kiss he had ever since they broke up. Cody couldn't put up a fight. His lips felt so good against his own. He kissed him back with just as much intensity. They were forced apart in seconds as John's hand was now on Randy's wrist and pulled him into a kiss of his own. Randy didn't have time to think or react. He just felt John's big arms around him and his soft lips kissing his own so intimately. He had to kiss back. As much as he fought him, there was an overwhelming feeling of comfort when he was with John like this. Again his sensation was ended abruptly as Cody's hands pried between the two man's chests and forcefully pushed them apart. All three men stood in a triangle staring at each other again, this time panting through kiss-swollen lips. It was Cody who ended the stand off when his hand grabbed John by the neck and kissed him. It was a new sensation for him: kissing someone out of anger and jealousy. It felt wrong that it felt right. John was taken back but Cody's flush lips felt amazing. Randy stared at them angrily. He couldn't believe his eyes. John wrapped his big arms around Cody's small frame and kissed him back. As Randy continued to watch his anger started to fade as he felt his cock getting hard. As crazy it was to see the man he cheated on making out with the man he cheated with, it turned him on incredibly. It was the two great loves of his life; the two men he had been most attracted to in his whole life. He had seen enough though. John and Cody's tongues were just beginning to come out and play when both of their wrists were grabbed and they were pulled. They broke apart and looked at Randy as he pulled both men towards the door. They went willingly. They left the bathroom. Randy's speed increased, causing theirs' too as well, through the hallway and in to the first elevator they could find. Randy quickly pushed the button of his floor and repeatedly hit the button to close the door.

As soon it closed he grabbed Cody's face and pulled it in for another searing kiss. John immediately stepped in behind Randy, his entire front up against the other man's back. He begin to suck on Randy's earlobe, down to his jawline and neck. Randy moved one hand behind to cup the back of John's head encouragingly, never parting his lips from Cody's. Cody's hands grabbed Randy's waist and he began to grind their hips together. John could feel the movement of Randy's hips, grinding away from his own and he began to grind his own crotch against Randy's ass. The constant friction against his erection and ass was driving Randy insane and he had to finally break away from Cody's lips to moan. He and Cody stared in to each other then. They all broke apart instantly when they heard the bing that prompted the elevator door to open. Randy all but ran, as much as his drunken state would allow him to, to his hotel room. The other two followed. When they caught up to him he was fiddling with his key card in the door. He was having some trouble. He kept pulling it out too fast to unlock the door. Cody was getting impatient. He nuzzled up against Randy's side, his hand roaming up and down his strong chest, his lips nipping at his jawline. It wasn't helping Randy's concentration. John looked on for a second before either his jealousy or one up-man-ship took over. He clung to Randy's other side, and mirrored Cody's actions. Randy's eyes rolled back in his head. He snapped back into it and continued his efforts with the key card.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" he yelled. With one last attempt the little light finally flashed green and Randy threw the door open at once. The other two stepped in behind him immediately.

As soon as the door was shut all three men started taking off their own clothes. In seconds each man was fully naked and staring at each other. Cody and John both gave each other the full up down, seeing each other naked for the first time. John was so different than Randy for Cody. He was shorter, paler but so thick and large with muscle. His cock was shorter but thicker as well. John always liked being bigger than his lovers and while he was bigger than Randy, Cody was in a whole other realm. He was so slender and cut, smaller than Randy's form, which made John even bigger in comparison, and turned him on even more. Randy placed a hand on the back of both men's necks. He first pulled in John, kissing him hungrily for only a few seconds. He pulled back and then pulled Cody in for a kiss as equally hungry and brief. When he pulled back John's eyes were on Cody's. Both men leaned in simultaneously and kissed each other. Randy watched and began to stroke his fully erect cock. When they parted Randy positioned Cody on his back on the edge of the bed. He quickly went to his bag and returned with a bottle of lube in hand.

Randy stood at the end of the bed, in front of Cody's body. He instinctively opened his legs wide for him. Randy applied the lube to his fingers and began massaging Cody's hole. John stood behind Randy and began massaging his taut ass. Randy looked over his shoulder at John with a smirk. John smiled at him. Randy grabbed the lube off the bed and handed it to John. He echoed Randy's own actions towards Cody against Randy. He watched Randy's hand against Cody and mirrored everything he did. When Randy pressed one long finger inside Cody, John pressed one long finger inside Randy. When the second finger was added Randy's moans mirrored Cody's. Randy wanted to waste little time. Knowing that John would prep him just as fast as he was prepping Cody, he began to scissor his two fingers and moments later added a third and pushed all three in to the knuckle. John did the same, as Randy knew he would.

He removed all three fingers then and pressed his hard cock head against Cody's stretched entrance. John did the same with his own cock. Randy stared at Cody when he began to push in slightly. He looked back at John and they made eye contact as John pushed inside of Randy. The slow burn was too much for Randy. Without much hesitation he pushed himself all the way inside of Cody, who moaned and smiled through parted lips at the missed sensation. John followed suit, stepping all the way in, flush to Randy's back as his cock was fully sheathed inside of Randy. Randy panted at the overwhelming mixed sensation of his cock consumed by Cody's tight heat and his prostate being fully stimulated by John's thick cock. He knew this would be over too soon. He set at once with a quick pace, hammering into Cody. Cody groaned as Randy hit his own prostate immediately. He had remembered exactly how to hit it. John echoed Randy's hurried pace gladly. He began to suck and kiss at the back and side of Randy's neck. Randy's hand went for Cody's hard and ignored cock and he began stroking it as hard and fist as his hips thrust into him. Cody looked up at him for seconds before his hands glided over Randy's and added pressure to his own cock.

"I..I…" Randy tried to speak before he gasped and exploded inside of Cody. His orgasm started a domino effect. The familiar feeling of Randy's warm seed inside of him turned Cody on so much that he came all over his chest. Randy's tightened muscles against John's cock tour his own orgasm through him. Each man slowed their own actions as they rode it out, each one breathing heavily.

John had to pull out first. His weariness over took him and he collapsed on the far side of the bed next to Cody. Randy followed suit, falling on the bed between the two men. Cody scooted up the bed to lie next to him. He turned to face him and they gazed into each other's eyes as if nothing had ever happened between them. Cody flipped on to his other side, back facing Randy and scooted back into him. Randy spooned against him like they always did, wrapping his hands around Cody's waist and his head resting on his shoulder and their body's completely flush. John fell asleep on his back, with his side pressed up against Randy's back.