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Randy was the first to wake the next morning. While he was drifting out of sleep he didn't think anything of the body he was cradled up against. He could feel that it was Cody before his eyes ever opened. A little smirk graced his face. It wasn't until he felt the large hand sprawled across his ribs that he realized this wasn't the usual morning he had grown accustomed to while with Cody. He slowly and gently craned his neck to look behind him. He saw John Cena naked, sleeping, spread wide out on his stomach. That's when his mind started to catch up. This wasn't any other morning waking up with his boyfriend. Cody wasn't his boyfriend anymore. Scrambled and vague memories from the night before started returning. Fuck. He knew this was bad. He knew they shouldn't be here, together like this. He knew that, but his body didn't feel it. His body felt so good flushed up against the back of Cody's warm one. It still felt right. He couldn't deny that was this the best night's sleep he had had since the break up. He hadn't got to use to sleeping alone. He couldn't let go. He decided to stay there like that until either man woke up.
It felt like an eternity to Randy. Somehow eternity wasn't long enough though. Cody's experience was similar to the larger man's. He started to wake up and immediately felt Randy's warm embrace tight around him. And it felt right. He didn't think anything of it either.
"Hey," he breathed lightly.
Randy's heart stopped. He had no idea what to think or say. What's he thinking right now? Does he remember last night? He knew he had to tread lightly: test the water.
"Hey."
His deep voice was so soothing to Cody. A slight smile graced his face. When Cody didn't respond further Randy was relieved. It meant he could live in this façade longer; that he could escape the truth longer. He squeezed Cody in to him tighter, causing John's hand to fall from his side and on to the bed. He was happy to live in a lie for now.
"Hey," a third voice came.
Randy's heart froze again. Cody's eyes shot open wide. He knew whom that voice belonged to. It was John Cena. John Cena was in the bed too. The wool was lifted from his eyes. The drunken haze began to fade. He began to remember his drunken actions from last night: Randy's lips, John's lips, Randy inside of him. He shot out of Randy's arms and on to his feet at once. Randy jumped back. Cody was open mouthed and glaring at Randy. Randy couldn't speak. He didn't know what to say. He just looked up at Cody sympathetically.
"What the fuck!" Cody yelled.
Randy sat up on the edge of the bed with his legs hanging over the edge as he used one hand to pull the comforter over himself while the other hand held out a sheet for Cody, who took it at once and held it up against crotch. "I don't know Cody. I'm sorry. We were just drunk."
"Yeah, thanks for that by the way!" Cody was still yelling.
Randy knew what he meant by that. He had taken Cody's innocence in more ways then one. He looked down. "I'm sorry."
"You should be!"
"Look," John spoke, propping himself up on his side, "we're all adults here. We got drunk and did something stupid. That's either no one's fault or all of ours."
"I wouldn't be getting drunk if it wasn't for you two!" Cody shot back.
"Oh come on! That's bullshit. You're a grown man, you're in control of—"
"Shut the fuck up John!" Randy yelled, looking back at John angrily. John was too taken back to continue. Randy turned back to Cody and his face instantly changed from his angry one he had for John to his sympathetic one he had for Cody. "I'm sorry Cody."
Cody rolled his eyes at Randy's use of his name. He swore no one on the planet said it like him. He began to look around the room for his clothes and putting them on. Randy couldn't decide to watch him or not as he moved around the room. He ended up watching him half the time and staring at random points on the wall the other half. He thought back to that day in Georgia, at Cody's house. Was this how he felt? As soon as he was fully dressed he stormed out of the room without another word or look back. He slammed the door shut behind him and stomped down the hall of the hotel. He only made it two steps before the tears began to fall.
"Well…" John said.
Randy was arched over with his head in his hands. He could understand how Cody felt because he more or less felt the same and it was just another addition to all of his guilt. On the other hand, he had no idea how John felt. Is he pissed? Did I just lead him on more? "Look, John," he said as he turned to face him. "This… it didn't mean anything. We were just drunk. That's all."
"Oh trust me, I know," he sprang up from the bed and he too began to get dressed. "You don't care about me at all. I see that crystal clear now."
"It's not like that—"
"Don't…" John stopped. He shook his head and chuckled slightly. "Don't try to make anything up to me now." He was fully dressed now, looking down at Randy on the bed. He shook his head one more time and left the room. Randy fell back on the bed with a deep sigh.
At the arena that night Cody had just walked up to Nick at catering.
"What happened to you last night man?" Nick asked him as soon as he sat down at the table. They were alone. Cody shook his head. "I went to the bathroom and when I came back Matt said you had just gone to the bathroom and then I never saw or heard from you again."
"I was too drunk," Cody said.
"So, what? You like passed out in the bathroom or something?" Dolph laughed.
"John was in there."
"Oh," Dolph stopped laughing.
"And then Randy came in."
"Oh, shit. Are you alright? What happened?"
"Well John and I were arguing when Randy walked in. Then I tried to leave but Randy…" Cody trailed off.
"And?"
Cody put his face in both of his palms. "I might have had a threesome with him and John," he said through his fingers.
"What the fuck… Apparently I can't let you go to a bathroom by yourself ever again." Cody moved his hands, tilted his head and pointedly stared at him. "Unless it was good. In which case go all you want."
"It was," Cody shook his head fast. "No, it was a mistake. I was too drunk."
Nick nodded. "Sorry. Did you… like sleep there? With them?" Cody nodded. "Awe man, I am sorry. That must've been rough this morning."
Cody stared off for a moment. "Very."
…
CM Punk arrived at the arena that night with intent. He paced the backstage area looking everywhere for Randy Orton. He was walking past the trainer's room when he finally found him, about to walk in. He sped towards him, grabbed him by his wrist, and pulled him down the hall. The irony wasn't lost on him. He found a private bathroom and pulled Randy in and locked the door behind them. When he turned back Randy was staring at him confused.
"Look, after that night I figured that with you being your asshole broody self that we would never talk about it and just go on our merry ways. For the week I didn't see you I had convinced myself that's the way it would be. And then yesterday you came up to me and I wasn't prepared for that. So I blew you off... But we should talk I guess."
Randy shook his head. With the night and morning he had he couldn't handle anything else right now. "Well you get your first wish. I don't want to talk anymore."
"What?"
"I don't want to talk," Randy said shortly and louder. He walked past Phil and out of the bathroom. Phil was too shocked to try and stop him.
He waited what he felt was an appropriate amount of time before leaving the bathroom. He began his walk to his locker room. He was about half way there when Daniel Bryan appeared next to him.
"Hey Phil."
Punk looked over at him. "Hey," he said flatly.
"What have you been up to? We haven't hung out in a bit."
"Oh. You know. Just the usual stuff."
Bryan nodded. "You're closing the show tonight right?" Punk nodded. "So, you've got some time to kill?"
"Yeah, I guess," he said. When he looked over and saw his friend's suggestive facial expression he understood. "Oh!... Um, no. No thank you? I uh got to change and warm up and stuff. You know."
"Oh," he nodded but his face completely showed his disappointment. "You sure?"
"Yeah," Punk said. He immediately walked in to his locker room afterward and shut the door behind him.
…
Cody, Randy and John all steered clear from each other that night successfully. That was until Cody got to the hotel. He had stayed out late eating for the purpose of avoiding both of them and as he walked through the hotel lobby he saw John sitting at the bar alone. He had a drink in his hand. He looked as sad as Cody had ever seen anyone look. He thought back to that morning. He thought back to everything he said. He knew he had let his anger get the best of him. He wasn't entirely fair to either of them. Seeing John now, he felt worse about it. He slowly walked over to him and sat next to him.
John looked over at him. "What are you doing?"
"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry. I was angry and selfish this morning. I shouldn't have acted so childish."
John nodded. "Accepted." He took another sip.
"I can't believe you're drinking right now. I'm probably going to be terrified of alcohol for at least a month."
"I couldn't find another solution."
"Oh… So—I mean I might be over stepping here so just let me know—but you… you and Randy…"
"I want more from him than he wants from me… Wanted."
"I'm sorry," he said and he meant it. As complicated and confusing as their situation was, John was also hurt in this situation.
"I am too, by the way. Yeah I had feelings for Randy, and yeah both of us made the decision to sleep together that night but I knew it wasn't right. A part of me knew it wasn't fair to you but another part of me was too selfish to care. I am sorry for that."
"Thank you. Don't feel too bad though. The way Randy tells it, we were doomed anyway."
"So I hear."
"That was messed up what he did to you."
"Yeah. He fucked both of us over."
Cody paused. It was so weird how angry and disappointed he could be in Randy yet still love and miss him. He imagined it was similar for John. "Yeah… I guess he did."
They sat in wallowing silence for some time until the bartender told them they were closing for the night. Minutes later they found themselves at the door of Cody's room. John stood behind him as he opened the door with his key card. When he turned back to John they stared in to each other's eyes for seconds. They saw each other's sorrow and sadness. They saw they had a connection and even though neither of them would consciously admit it, they both knew that connection went by the name of Randy Orton. Cody couldn't say for certain why he stepped to the side in front of his door. John couldn't say for certain why he walked past Cody and into his hotel room. When they were inside the locked room together, everything went slow for them.
Cody walked the distance to John. He stepped in real close to him. John's arms went around his back. Cody's palms flattened against John's big chest. Their eyes again connected. Their faces moved towards each other and their lips connected. It was chaste. Their lips moved slowly, getting to know each other. Cody tilted his head to deepen their kiss. John was so soft and warm. He was comforting. As John's tongue entered Cody's mouth and began to explore, his hands moved to the nape of Cody's neck. His small frame clinging to him was securing for him. Their tongues danced a sensual dance for moments. When their lips broke apart they looked at each other again.
"John," Cody said lightly, almost like a whisper. "I can taste the alcohol on your tongue."
"I'm not drunk," he breathed slowly. "I had half a glass."
Cody nodded.
They stepped out of each other's embrace and began taking their own clothes off. When they were naked in front of each other again John motioned Cody on to the bed. He followed the silent orders, lying down flat on his back. John placed his hands on Cody's hips and slightly nudged him. Cody again followed, flipping over on to his stomach. John pulled on his hips again slightly, getting Cody to prop his ass out some. John grabbed his cheeks and gently squeezed and kneaded them. He slid down the bed, with his upper half in between Cody's spread legs. He stretched Cody's cheeks apart as he lowered his head down towards it. He pressed one peck on to Cody's tight hole. Then another. Then another. He pressed his face into it and began kissing all over Cody's crack. Cody gasped in to the pillow his face was shoved in. John's tongue began to push out and swirl around the outside of Cody's hole. He did this for moments before finally pushing his tongue in the tight channel. Cody's hands fisted the blanket beneath them. John continued his efforts, pushing his tongue all the way in and moving it all around inside of Cody. He pressed a thumb against Cody as well and pushed it in with his tongue. The two digits worked in unison, pushing in and out and scissoring Cody together at the same time. John's tongue was so warm and smooth inside of Cody. He began to slightly push his ass up into John's face. His cock was so hard, confined against the bed.
When he felt prepared enough he sat up. He turned to face John who looked at him questioningly. Cody grabbed him by the hand and gently pulled him up the bed. He laid him down flat on his back. He poisoned himself on top of John with his knees on the bed outside of John's. He leaned down nearly laying fully on top of John, their chests only centimeters apart, their crotches touching. Cody arched his back to give John access. The larger man understood, grabbing the base of his hard cock and placing it right against Cody's hole. They looked at each other. Their gaze was less lustful and more desperation. Their eye contact lingered as John began to thrust his hips up, entering Cody slowly. It felt so different to Cody; Randy was the only other person to ever be inside of him. John was thicker; he stretched him wider. It felt good, different but good. John was fully inside of him now and he paused for Cody. Their faces were only inches apart. Cody's pained and erotic face with his mouth slightly parted was breathtaking for John. His hands had a soft but firm grasp on Cody's lithe hips. He nodded moments later and John set a smooth but strong pace. Each thrust was slow but forceful. Cody couldn't help but think of Randy: if John fucked him like this, if he felt the same as Randy felt around John's cock. Cody began to rock back against him, sending John's cock further inside of him. Cody's cock was trapped tight against John's waist and ached. He worked a hand down in between their bodies and began to stroke his own cock while keeping his hips motion against John's. When John's speed picked up slightly he finally hit the younger man's prostate. That was all it took for Cody's orgasm to sweep through him. He gasped as he came all over both of their bodies. He jerked himself through it while his hips sped up for John. It did the trick and moments later John exploded inside of Cody with a gasp of his own. His hips slowed back down as rode it out. Their faces moved closer to each other as they kissed again. It was a slow and sensual kiss. When John was finished their mouths parted. John guided Cody's hips off of his manhood, and on to the bed next to him. They laid facing each other for minutes. John placed one hand on Cody's cheeks as he brought their lips together one more time.
"Goodnight Cody," he said after they separated.
"Yeah," Cody nodded, "good night."
They both turned on to their backs and drifted off to sleep.