Estaban randy y cody hablando en el pasillo cuando de repente pasó john cena por su lado randy se quedó mirando como marchaba todo enamorado cuando algo lo interrumpió:
hey! randy me estas escuchando? le dijo cody.randy no le hizo caso y siguió mirando para cena. cody se dió cuenta y le dijo:
aaaaa! ya se lo que pasa estas mirando para tú cenaaa.
queee!!! no!! no estaba mirando para ese!! dijo randy un poco nerviso y sonrojado.
nooo que vaaa entonces que estabas haciendooo?? dijo cody divertido.
solo estaba pensando.dijo randy intenetando mostrarse frío.
pensando en que en cenaaa. se rió cody.
no no estaba pensando en cena!!! dijo randy con la cara roja.
te gustaaa!!!sabía que te gustaba!dijo cody emocionado.
no no me gusta!!dijo randy.
si si tal admitelo te gustaaa.dijo cody.
que no me gusta pesado!! dijo randy.
vamos randy a mi no me engañas además no se lo contaré a nadie te lo prometo.dijo cody poniendo cara de pena para que se lo contara.
randy iva a hablar pero alguien inrrumpió en su conversación.
oooooo pero que tenemos aqui! al niño bonito y a la víborita que os he interrunpido vuestra conversación de enamorados?? dijo the miz.
enamorados?? yo y él no me hagas reir si yo y el estamos enamorados tu estas enamorado de alex riley. Además el no es de mi tipo.dijo cody.
tranquilo princesa no te pongas asi solo era una broma. dijo miz cariñoso.
cody al oir la palabra princesa se sonrojó y noto q su corazón se aceleró un poquito.
bueno tengo que irme ya nos veremos cariño. dijo refireindose a cody giñandole un ojo.
cody se sonrojó aún más y miró como se iva the miz.
ooooo te gusta the miz!! en serio? esto sí que es awesome.dijo randy.
por lo menos no me gusta la puta del vestuario. dijo cody.
osea que lo admites y desde cuando te gusta ese gilipollas? dijo randy.
el no es ningún glipollas! dijo cody enfadado.
randy se rió. ´vale perdón desde cuando te gusta?dijo randy.
desde el combate ese donde estuvimos formando grupo en ecw.dijo cody un poco avergonzado.
desde 2008!!! estas de coña verdad? dijo randy sorprendido.
no no es coña esque el es tan.. tan.. awesomeee. suspiró cody.
y porque no se lo dices? por lo que pude observar creo que le gustas. dijo randy.
que le gustoo? yo? no eso es imposible. dijo cody.
que es imposible?? te llamó niño bonito princesa y cariño y para terminar te guiñó el ojo aún crees que es imposible?. dijo randy.
no se...cody miró el reloj y vio que ya era bastante tarde. adiós me tengo que ir.....ah! y por cierto declarate a cenaa. dijo cody.
y tu a miiiz dijo randy mientras cody se iva.
randy ya estaba en el parking cuando..
ola! que haces aquí tan tarde. dijo cena.
tu que crees.dijo randy.
no see alo mejor estabas esperando por alguien o algo asii. dijo cena.
randy sonrió.
estaba pensando si quieres bueno.. ir de borrachera bueno ya me entiendes.dijo cena nervioso.
vale porque no. dijo randy.
....................................................mientras tanto.................................................................................................
cody iva cara a su vestuario cuando estaba a punto de entrar alguien le tocó el hombro, cody se dió la vuelta y se sorprendió a ver quién era..
que haces por aquí tan tarde no ves que es peligroso princesa. dijo miz con un tono my cariñoso y a la vez sexy.
y porque es peligroso?dijo cody sonrojado.
porque podrían atacarte y yo no quiero eso. dijo miz un poco sorprendido de sus propias palabras.
tengo que ...que ir a coger mis cosas..dijo cody muy sonrojado.
ah! bueno no te quiero molestar.. si quieres me voy.dijo miz.
no no me molestas pasa. dijo cody entraron los dos en el vestuario.
cody cogió sus cosas y cuando ivan a salir no pudieron abrir la puerta.
CONTINUARÁ.......
domingo, 31 de julio de 2011
viernes, 29 de julio de 2011
fanfic de the miz x cody rhodes (en ingles) one-shot
The game was going on for at least thirty rounds already. At first, they had just played for fun. The other guys either had gone out after the tapings or had already been fast asleep, but neither Cody nor Mike had been in the mood for either of it. So they had gotten a deck of cards from Kofi, had bought some drinks at the gas station across the street and decided to play a game of Poker.
After ten rounds or so, they had gotten bored and Mike had suggested spicing things up a little. First, it had been money; after another five or six rounds it had been clothes and then Cody had gotten so confident in his game –he had won about 80% so far- that his mind had blanked out and the next thing he knew they were not only talking sex, but also playing for it.
First round had been that the winner picks the time; second round had been the location; third round the kinks and right now, they were at the final decision.
"Come on, Codes! Show me what you've got!"
For a whole minute already, the younger brunette was holding onto his cards for dear life, face flushed not only from the alcohol they had been consuming but also in embarrassment –after all they were both dead naked. Mike chuckled, grabbing for the cards Cody was holding onto, but the young man pulled them away, nervously chewing his lips.
"Aww… Codes, if ya don't show me the cards, I'll just have to assume I've won… and ya know what that means."
He smirked, making his friend blush even more, tongue unconsciously darting out to wet his lips, ocean blue eyes flicking back and forth between that smug face of Mike –especially those cock-sucking lips of the loud-mouth- and his cards, before he shrugged and placed them on the table… face down. Mike's smirk grew even wider as he watched Cody's actions, his hand slowly creeping its way towards the discarded deck, but getting stopped by his friends own hand. Looking up at him with an arched brow, he saw the younger man shaking his head, grinning back at him before smacking his lips.
"Not worth looking. I've lost. So… you wanna do this or not?"
For whatever reason it was, their roles exchanged at that very moment. All of a sudden, Cody turned into the cocky, self-confident, little brat while Mike started to feel a little nervous, though he had no reason for it. After all, he was going to top… one of his best friends, and it was not as if they had never done it before. You could actually say they were friends with benefits, really good friends… with really good benefits. Why Mike had not discovered his plan by now was beyond Cody's knowledge. After all, he had won most of the rounds so far, place, time, kinks… all his choice.
However, right now Mike was not able to think –not in a rational way at least- and Cody could not care less.
"Now? Here?"
The young brunette could not help but chuckle, bringing a hand up to ran his fingers over Mike's cheek, sending him a playful wink and an air-kiss.
"What? You wanna wait till the others are back instead?"
Cody's soft fingers on his cheek, the seductive, sultry tone in his voice, the lust and passion in those clouded eyes as they stared at each other set something off inside of him and in no time, their lips connected roughly, Mike almost bouncing onto the younger man, straddling him. Their cold, bare skin rubbing, touching, brushing against each other's, their tongues dancing, tangling, fighting for dominance, Mike's hand went downwards, long, lean fingers wrapping around the youngest cock.
A low moan escaped Cody's lips as the older man brought him to life, strong fist, skilled fingers, slowly working him to full hardness. His heart was already beating rapidly in his chest at the pure imagination of what was about to come.
Sex with Mike had always been an adventure, an explosion, his older friend having been the only one in his experienced but still young life who ever reacted to his wishes, his desires, who had always managed to make him see stars. He had never told Mike though, that he was the best he had ever had and would probably ever have; that even though he loved to top, he much rather bottomed for Mike –always- since only the older brunette knew how to ram him just right, how to get him off without even touching him.
As the minutes passed by, Mike's dry fingers, one by one, breached Cody's incredibly tight ring of muscles until three of them pumped steadily in and out of the convulsing heat. A pang of pleasure shot through Cody's body as the skilled digits brushed against his prostate, fist still palming him in an increasing pace, the younger mans lids fluttering, a chorus of moans and gasps leaving his kiss-bruised lips between wet and needy kisses, knees drawn back to give Mike enough space to work, arms flailing out to his sides, hands grasping the back of the couch, the cushions, everything he could find as his friend pleasured him.
Feeling his balls harden and the heat in the pit of his stomach rising, one of his hands, trembling, took hold of Mike's wrist, the older man understanding him without a word and he withdrew his fingers out of the abused hole, other hand coming up to his own swollen lips to lick the salty liquid, the essence of Cody, off with a cheekish grin on his face. The younger brunette was grinning back at him, already scrambling to get out from underneath his friend and onto his knees, winking at Mike.
"Get on your back!"
In a matter of seconds he obeyed –after all Cody had won the round about the "kinks"- spreading himself out on the couch as good as possible, wetting his lips in anticipation as their eyes stayed locked; Cheshire grin on Cody's plump lips as he kneeled between Mike's legs, lowering himself to eye-level with the older mans crotch, tongue darting out to lap at the tip and tasting the first beads of pre-cum. An almost sluttish groan escaped him at the salty, unique taste, and closing his eyes for a moment, he savored the feeling of the liquid connecting with his taste buds.
"Fuck… You taste good, Mikey."
"I know, right?"
Emerald blues meeting clouded greens again, Cody chuckled at the smug grin on Mike's lips and the wink he sent down to him, shaking his head before lowering his head once again, letting his tongue agonizingly slowly trail down the underside of Mike's heavy girth, kissing and nibbling at the balls for only a few seconds, then licking his way back up to the head and sucking it into his wet, hot cheeks. Mike watched the motions coyly, fingers digging into the cushions behind his head, chewing his lips and trying his hardest to keep himself not only quiet, but also still.
Cody was the best blowjob he had ever had –and he had had a lot- and the best he would probably ever have, the boys tongue working wonders around his throbbing dick. Cody was the only one who had ever been able to take him fully in –even though he was not the biggest, he was well above average in length and thickness- and the young brunette knew exactly how to blow his mind with only a few swirls of his tongue and the perfect amount of suction from that tight throat.
It did not take long until Mike could feel that all too familiar coil stir inside of him, breathe hitching, fingers firmly twisting Cody's short hair. Giving his base one last playful tuck, the young brunette released him, blowing onto the tip for good measure as their eyes locked. An unearthly groan elicited from Mike's throat as he grabbed Cody's forearms and roughly pulled him up into his lap, crushing their lips together after Cody let go of a rather unmanly squeal of surprise.
"Like that?"
His voice was barely audible, trembling in lust, swallowed by Cody's moan. After all, it was the younger mans choice how they would do it. A lustful moan was all he got in reply, the young brunette lifting his hips up and splaying his cheeks apart while Mike took hold of himself, teasingly rubbing his shaft up and down Cody's crack for a while, dipping inside –only an inch- every now and then. Gasping for air, Cody's lips left his friend's, patience growing thin and he swatted Mike's hand away from his cock to take hold of it himself and to lower his body down onto the slicked-up, rock-solid girth. Two simultaneous groans filled the air, Cody's hands coming back up to steady himself on the older mans firm chest as his eyes fluttered shut.
Mike held tightly onto Cody's hips, arching up to bury himself that extra inch deep into the warm, stretching walls, head falling back against the back of the couch as he bit his lip hard, even drawing some blood from it. For him it had always been a miracle how Cody stayed that excrunizingly, that incredibly tight, his hole almost choking him, drawing him in, massaging his thick girth inch by inch.
"Shit, Codes… tight… hot… so fucking perfect…"
Not able to hold still any longer, Mike started moving his hips up, slowly and steadily sinking in and out of the willing body in his lap, both sets of eyes opening again, staring at each other as the young brunette tried to meet every one of Mike's thrusts with one of his own. In that exact moment something happened to Cody, something he could not put into words. Mike's beautiful face, those deep, green pearls sparkling with lust and need, with desire and… something he could not quite grasp; but something inside of him clicked, seeing Mike in a completely different light.
His slightly parted lips turned into a heart-warming smile, Mike's eyes widening in surprise as he took in the changed expression on his friends handsome face. His thrusts slowed again, hands unconsciously travelling from Cody's thighs up over his whole torso to firmly grab his cheeks and pulling him down into a kiss, different than all the other times before –no sloppiness, no lust, no desire, but softness, tenderness, need, want… and love.
As the kiss continued, their tongues dangling in a slow dance of passion, Mike picked up his pace again, angling his knees to drive deeper inside the inviting hotness, stabbing at Cody's prostate. The moan from the younger man was only drowned out by his heavy pants, their chests gliding against each other's, sweat mixing, hands roaming and exploring, lips parting to kiss and nibble at each others necks, throats, earlobes.
"Hmph… Mike… harder, please… so close…"
Not capable of forming a coherent sentence, all Cody could manage were panted words into the crook of Mike's neck, own hips circling and whipping up and down on the older mans cock faster than before, hands placed on either side of his friends head to hold himself up but still be as close as possible to him, inhaling the sweet scent of after-shave mixed with sweat and sexual essence. Mike followed the order, snapping his hips up harder, faster, hands on those round, ample-like gloves to direct Cody's bouncing, their lips once again meeting.
Not even one touch was needed, the all too familiar fire in the pit of his stomach already uncoiling; his neglected cock sandwiched between their rock-hard abs, the sharp stabs at his prostate, Mike's warm, soft lips covering his own, those smooth, large palms caressing his cheeks, thumbs splaying them apart… it all built up to that kind of orgasm only Mike ever got out of him. Biting hard onto his lip, his eyes rolled back into his head, lids fluttering shut, fingers cramping the cushions underneath, hips furiously rutting against Mike's abs, stream after stream of hot, white essence left him spent.
Muscles spasming, walls clenching, Cody's exhausted form collapsed onto Mike, face hidden in the crook of his neck, panting heavily and before he could stop himself, the words already left his swollen lips. "Love you… I love you… I love you…"
It might only have been a sex-induced stumble, but those few words paired with the tight muscles of Cody's heat constricting around him sent Mike over the edge only a few thrusts later. Hands still on those firm gloves, heads thrown back against the couch, eyes scrunched up tight, the older brunette put all his strength into those last handful of thrusts, Cody's name slipping past his lips as he found his completition, spilling deep inside those warming walls.
Spent, exhausted, content, Mike's body went limp after spasming through the throes of ecstasy, arms having barely enough power to slide up Cody's back, hugging him as close as possible, the stickiness between their bodies not bothering him at all, nose nuzzling Cody's hair behind his ear, lips placing soft kisses underneath as they both tried to come down from their highs. No words were spoken –they were not needed- as Cody finally raised his head to lock eyes with his friend, finding nothing but warmth and love in them and with one final kiss, tender and sweet, their deal was sealed.
After ten rounds or so, they had gotten bored and Mike had suggested spicing things up a little. First, it had been money; after another five or six rounds it had been clothes and then Cody had gotten so confident in his game –he had won about 80% so far- that his mind had blanked out and the next thing he knew they were not only talking sex, but also playing for it.
First round had been that the winner picks the time; second round had been the location; third round the kinks and right now, they were at the final decision.
"Come on, Codes! Show me what you've got!"
For a whole minute already, the younger brunette was holding onto his cards for dear life, face flushed not only from the alcohol they had been consuming but also in embarrassment –after all they were both dead naked. Mike chuckled, grabbing for the cards Cody was holding onto, but the young man pulled them away, nervously chewing his lips.
"Aww… Codes, if ya don't show me the cards, I'll just have to assume I've won… and ya know what that means."
He smirked, making his friend blush even more, tongue unconsciously darting out to wet his lips, ocean blue eyes flicking back and forth between that smug face of Mike –especially those cock-sucking lips of the loud-mouth- and his cards, before he shrugged and placed them on the table… face down. Mike's smirk grew even wider as he watched Cody's actions, his hand slowly creeping its way towards the discarded deck, but getting stopped by his friends own hand. Looking up at him with an arched brow, he saw the younger man shaking his head, grinning back at him before smacking his lips.
"Not worth looking. I've lost. So… you wanna do this or not?"
For whatever reason it was, their roles exchanged at that very moment. All of a sudden, Cody turned into the cocky, self-confident, little brat while Mike started to feel a little nervous, though he had no reason for it. After all, he was going to top… one of his best friends, and it was not as if they had never done it before. You could actually say they were friends with benefits, really good friends… with really good benefits. Why Mike had not discovered his plan by now was beyond Cody's knowledge. After all, he had won most of the rounds so far, place, time, kinks… all his choice.
However, right now Mike was not able to think –not in a rational way at least- and Cody could not care less.
"Now? Here?"
The young brunette could not help but chuckle, bringing a hand up to ran his fingers over Mike's cheek, sending him a playful wink and an air-kiss.
"What? You wanna wait till the others are back instead?"
Cody's soft fingers on his cheek, the seductive, sultry tone in his voice, the lust and passion in those clouded eyes as they stared at each other set something off inside of him and in no time, their lips connected roughly, Mike almost bouncing onto the younger man, straddling him. Their cold, bare skin rubbing, touching, brushing against each other's, their tongues dancing, tangling, fighting for dominance, Mike's hand went downwards, long, lean fingers wrapping around the youngest cock.
A low moan escaped Cody's lips as the older man brought him to life, strong fist, skilled fingers, slowly working him to full hardness. His heart was already beating rapidly in his chest at the pure imagination of what was about to come.
Sex with Mike had always been an adventure, an explosion, his older friend having been the only one in his experienced but still young life who ever reacted to his wishes, his desires, who had always managed to make him see stars. He had never told Mike though, that he was the best he had ever had and would probably ever have; that even though he loved to top, he much rather bottomed for Mike –always- since only the older brunette knew how to ram him just right, how to get him off without even touching him.
As the minutes passed by, Mike's dry fingers, one by one, breached Cody's incredibly tight ring of muscles until three of them pumped steadily in and out of the convulsing heat. A pang of pleasure shot through Cody's body as the skilled digits brushed against his prostate, fist still palming him in an increasing pace, the younger mans lids fluttering, a chorus of moans and gasps leaving his kiss-bruised lips between wet and needy kisses, knees drawn back to give Mike enough space to work, arms flailing out to his sides, hands grasping the back of the couch, the cushions, everything he could find as his friend pleasured him.
Feeling his balls harden and the heat in the pit of his stomach rising, one of his hands, trembling, took hold of Mike's wrist, the older man understanding him without a word and he withdrew his fingers out of the abused hole, other hand coming up to his own swollen lips to lick the salty liquid, the essence of Cody, off with a cheekish grin on his face. The younger brunette was grinning back at him, already scrambling to get out from underneath his friend and onto his knees, winking at Mike.
"Get on your back!"
In a matter of seconds he obeyed –after all Cody had won the round about the "kinks"- spreading himself out on the couch as good as possible, wetting his lips in anticipation as their eyes stayed locked; Cheshire grin on Cody's plump lips as he kneeled between Mike's legs, lowering himself to eye-level with the older mans crotch, tongue darting out to lap at the tip and tasting the first beads of pre-cum. An almost sluttish groan escaped him at the salty, unique taste, and closing his eyes for a moment, he savored the feeling of the liquid connecting with his taste buds.
"Fuck… You taste good, Mikey."
"I know, right?"
Emerald blues meeting clouded greens again, Cody chuckled at the smug grin on Mike's lips and the wink he sent down to him, shaking his head before lowering his head once again, letting his tongue agonizingly slowly trail down the underside of Mike's heavy girth, kissing and nibbling at the balls for only a few seconds, then licking his way back up to the head and sucking it into his wet, hot cheeks. Mike watched the motions coyly, fingers digging into the cushions behind his head, chewing his lips and trying his hardest to keep himself not only quiet, but also still.
Cody was the best blowjob he had ever had –and he had had a lot- and the best he would probably ever have, the boys tongue working wonders around his throbbing dick. Cody was the only one who had ever been able to take him fully in –even though he was not the biggest, he was well above average in length and thickness- and the young brunette knew exactly how to blow his mind with only a few swirls of his tongue and the perfect amount of suction from that tight throat.
It did not take long until Mike could feel that all too familiar coil stir inside of him, breathe hitching, fingers firmly twisting Cody's short hair. Giving his base one last playful tuck, the young brunette released him, blowing onto the tip for good measure as their eyes locked. An unearthly groan elicited from Mike's throat as he grabbed Cody's forearms and roughly pulled him up into his lap, crushing their lips together after Cody let go of a rather unmanly squeal of surprise.
"Like that?"
His voice was barely audible, trembling in lust, swallowed by Cody's moan. After all, it was the younger mans choice how they would do it. A lustful moan was all he got in reply, the young brunette lifting his hips up and splaying his cheeks apart while Mike took hold of himself, teasingly rubbing his shaft up and down Cody's crack for a while, dipping inside –only an inch- every now and then. Gasping for air, Cody's lips left his friend's, patience growing thin and he swatted Mike's hand away from his cock to take hold of it himself and to lower his body down onto the slicked-up, rock-solid girth. Two simultaneous groans filled the air, Cody's hands coming back up to steady himself on the older mans firm chest as his eyes fluttered shut.
Mike held tightly onto Cody's hips, arching up to bury himself that extra inch deep into the warm, stretching walls, head falling back against the back of the couch as he bit his lip hard, even drawing some blood from it. For him it had always been a miracle how Cody stayed that excrunizingly, that incredibly tight, his hole almost choking him, drawing him in, massaging his thick girth inch by inch.
"Shit, Codes… tight… hot… so fucking perfect…"
Not able to hold still any longer, Mike started moving his hips up, slowly and steadily sinking in and out of the willing body in his lap, both sets of eyes opening again, staring at each other as the young brunette tried to meet every one of Mike's thrusts with one of his own. In that exact moment something happened to Cody, something he could not put into words. Mike's beautiful face, those deep, green pearls sparkling with lust and need, with desire and… something he could not quite grasp; but something inside of him clicked, seeing Mike in a completely different light.
His slightly parted lips turned into a heart-warming smile, Mike's eyes widening in surprise as he took in the changed expression on his friends handsome face. His thrusts slowed again, hands unconsciously travelling from Cody's thighs up over his whole torso to firmly grab his cheeks and pulling him down into a kiss, different than all the other times before –no sloppiness, no lust, no desire, but softness, tenderness, need, want… and love.
As the kiss continued, their tongues dangling in a slow dance of passion, Mike picked up his pace again, angling his knees to drive deeper inside the inviting hotness, stabbing at Cody's prostate. The moan from the younger man was only drowned out by his heavy pants, their chests gliding against each other's, sweat mixing, hands roaming and exploring, lips parting to kiss and nibble at each others necks, throats, earlobes.
"Hmph… Mike… harder, please… so close…"
Not capable of forming a coherent sentence, all Cody could manage were panted words into the crook of Mike's neck, own hips circling and whipping up and down on the older mans cock faster than before, hands placed on either side of his friends head to hold himself up but still be as close as possible to him, inhaling the sweet scent of after-shave mixed with sweat and sexual essence. Mike followed the order, snapping his hips up harder, faster, hands on those round, ample-like gloves to direct Cody's bouncing, their lips once again meeting.
Not even one touch was needed, the all too familiar fire in the pit of his stomach already uncoiling; his neglected cock sandwiched between their rock-hard abs, the sharp stabs at his prostate, Mike's warm, soft lips covering his own, those smooth, large palms caressing his cheeks, thumbs splaying them apart… it all built up to that kind of orgasm only Mike ever got out of him. Biting hard onto his lip, his eyes rolled back into his head, lids fluttering shut, fingers cramping the cushions underneath, hips furiously rutting against Mike's abs, stream after stream of hot, white essence left him spent.
Muscles spasming, walls clenching, Cody's exhausted form collapsed onto Mike, face hidden in the crook of his neck, panting heavily and before he could stop himself, the words already left his swollen lips. "Love you… I love you… I love you…"
It might only have been a sex-induced stumble, but those few words paired with the tight muscles of Cody's heat constricting around him sent Mike over the edge only a few thrusts later. Hands still on those firm gloves, heads thrown back against the couch, eyes scrunched up tight, the older brunette put all his strength into those last handful of thrusts, Cody's name slipping past his lips as he found his completition, spilling deep inside those warming walls.
Spent, exhausted, content, Mike's body went limp after spasming through the throes of ecstasy, arms having barely enough power to slide up Cody's back, hugging him as close as possible, the stickiness between their bodies not bothering him at all, nose nuzzling Cody's hair behind his ear, lips placing soft kisses underneath as they both tried to come down from their highs. No words were spoken –they were not needed- as Cody finally raised his head to lock eyes with his friend, finding nothing but warmth and love in them and with one final kiss, tender and sweet, their deal was sealed.
miércoles, 20 de julio de 2011
jueves, 14 de julio de 2011
fanfic the miz x cody rhodes (último capítulo por ahora a ver si lo continúa ¬¬) en inglés
It's about 15 minutes before the start of RAW, and Mike is supposed to be opening the show with a typical promo about how awesome he is. People are running around frantically looking for him. Little did they know, he was in the parking lot...
"Mmm...you smell incredible..." Mike whispered as he sucked on Cody's neck.
"Uhh...do you...think we...have time?" moaned Cody through heavy gasps.
Mike pulled away to check his phone, and it read "8:46". 9 minutes here and 5 minutes to get there? He could pull it off. Mike claimed Cody's mouth hungrily and pressed him up against the window while forcefully pulling down his pants.
Back at the arena, people were beginning to worry. Cena was supposed to interrupt him and they were wondering how they were going to pull this off.
"Where is Mike? It's already 10 'til 9!" Stephanie cried out.
"If I know Mike, he'll be here. This storyline we're doing is going to give him a huge push. I doubt he'd mess that up." Cena cooly responded.
"I hope you're right, John. I hope you're right...but he's not answering his phone either." Stephanie said, trying to remain calm.
"Maybe he left it in the locker room. He's always leaving his stuff everywhere." Cena tried explaining, trying to keep himself calm as well.
About 4 minutes later, in the parking lot, Mike is heading on his way back to the arena.
"UHHH, YESS...OH FUCK!" Cody screamed as his white, sticky essence spilt all over the backseat of Mike's rental car.
"Mmm, I have to go...but I'll see you after the show, ok sexy?" Mike breathed into soft, wet kisses before pulling away to redress himself.
Cody sat up and pressed his lips against Mike's cheek, whispering, "Not bad for 10 minutes, Mizanin, not bad at all."
Mike smirked as he got out of the car and ran into the arena's back entrance. He checked his phone, "8:55" was shown. He would make it. EASILY.
"5 minutes 'til showtime people!" Stephanie shouted to all crew members and superstars.
Mike ran into Stephanie and smiled, before casually walking to the curtain. His casual, cocky demeanor perfectly in place.
"WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU?" Stephanie screamed.
"Does it matter? I'm here now." Mike smirked, looking back at Stephanie, walking backwards.
"Whatever. Just get out there! The show's starting!" yelled Stephanie.
The sound of "AAAAAAAWESOMEE" echoed through the arena as the awesome one came out through the curtain with a wide, toothy grin across his face. He made his usual promo, won his match and went backstage to shower. He stank of man-stank. He walked into his locker room to a waiting surprise.
As soon as Mike walked in and closed the door, Cody came from a hidden corner and pounced on Mike, smothering him with kisses.
"You looked...so good out there." Cody said in between kisses.
"Code...I have to shower, I stink." Mike replied, trying to breathe, talk, and kiss at the same time.
"It's ok, you look amazing when your sweaty..." said Cody, "...although, your smell IS NOT dashing." He said those last words while pulling away and giving Mike an eyebrow.
Mike returned the eyebrow and casually said, "Well, if you'd let me shower, I think I could dashify myself for you."
Cody laughed. "Dashify?"
"Yep, it's a Mizanin original." Mike winked while walking towards the showers.
The next day, Mike and Cody drove to the Smackdown tapings, Cody did the same routine. He did a solid promo and won his match. Mike was in the parking lot, waiting in his car for Cody to come out.
"Yeah, it'll be great to see you too. We have a lot to talk about and I have a bunch to teach you. We're gonna win this shit." said Mike, talking on the phone, "Oh hell yeah! We'll pop that Rosé, get a couple girls, it'll be a good 'ol time...but hey, I gotta go, but I'll call you back."
"Who was that?" Cody asked while getting into the car.
"Oh, it was no one, just a good friend of mine." Mike chuckled while starting the car and getting on the highway.
"Did you see my match? I'm surprised JTG even has a job still." Cody smiled.
"Yeah, I did! It was...great." Mike nervously chuckled.
"You ok, Mike?" Cody asked, concern found in his voice.
"I'm just...not feeling too well. That's it." replied Mike.
"Do you want me to drive?" Cody asked, the tone of concern still intact.
"Uh...no. I'll be fine." Mike weakly smiled back.
Something these past couple months was happening to Mike, something he couldn't explain. It was almost like he wasn't seeing Cody in the same light. These past months, he wasn't seeing Cody as a lover, he was seeing him more as friend. He still had the same amount of feelings, but not the kind he wanted. He was confused and it made his head spin. After countless hours of drving, they made their way back to Mike's house.
Cody was straddling Mike on top of the bed while leaning down to give him hot, passionate kisses. Mike was trying be as into it as Cody was, but he found it hard. (No Pun Intended) He could feel how ready Cody was underneath his sweatpants, but he had to pull away, he was feeling suffocated.
"Mmm...wha-" Cody said, dazed at the sudden lack of contact.
"...I'm sorry. I...uh, need some air." Mike frantically said before running out.
Cody ran out after Mike, wondering and being concerned about what's wrong. "Mike! Wait up!"
Mike was in the hall, with his hands over his face, banging his head against the wall.
Cody finally saw him and ran over quickly, putting a hand over his shoulder and whispering, "What's wrong, Mike?"
"I don't know...I really don't know." Mike looked up at Cody, helplessness filling his blue eyes.
Cody pulled Mike closer and kissed his forehead. He didn't know what was wrong so he couldn't make it better. He felt just as helpless as Mike did as they cuddled in the hallway.
3 days later, Mike and Cody had a day off and they decided to spend the day together. They hoped to repair the lost spark between them.
Cody and Mike were walking through the mall, hoping to buy away their troubles. It didn't seem to work, though. Everytime Cody tried to hold Mike's hand, Mike would wiggle out of it. He also became weary when he saw Mike looking at other WOMEN.
"Mike..." said Cody.
"Cody." Mike replied with a smile.
"We need to talk." Cody said, leading Mike to a nearby bench.
"What's up?" Mike asked as he sat down.
"Do you...still love me?" Cody asked, ashamed he let himself become so vulnerable.
"What? Of course I do." Mike replied as he lent in and gave Cody a kiss.
"I saw you. Looking at other girls, and you've been really distant...and...i'm worried where I stand."
"Code, just because i'm with you doesn't mean I only like guys. I like chicks too."
"I'm just...scared. Really scared, actually."
"Don't be. I'm just trying to figure out where my head is at."
Mike quickly gave Cody a tight hug, held his hand, and said with a smile, "Shall we go to Aéropostle?"
With a bunch of shopping bags in tow, Mike and Cody finally made it back to their hotel room, hand in hand.
"Phew, I'm beat." Mike sighed as he opened the door and plopped on the bed.
"Ugh, and I still have to go to Georgia this weekend." said Cody as he plopped on the bed next to Mike.
"Why 'ugh'?" Mike asked.
"I promised my mom that i'd go see her while I was in town." Cody answered.
"I'd like to go with you. I've never met your mom before and I think it would be fun." Mike said, full of enthusiasum.
"That's not a good idea, Mike." Cody retorted.
"Why not? I mean we go out for dinner, chill out for a bit...and..." Mike said, rambling on.
"MIKE!" Cody yelled.
"What?" Mike yelled back.
"It's not a good idea because...my mom doesn't really know...that i'm gay." Cody confessed.
Mike suddenly felt bad for Cody, brought him closer, making Cody lean back against him and whispered, "It's ok, I understand."
A light went off in Cody's head and he looked up at Mike and said, "Who says we can't go as friends though?"
"...with benefits. VERY good...benefits." Mike smirked as he trailed kisses up Cody's jawline.
"Mhmm." Cody said as he laid back and relished in the affection.
Before they knew it, the weekend came along and they were en route to Georgia. Cody was a nervous wreck but he had to keep it together. He also had to lecture Mike about being less 'touchy-feely' when they got there. He was hoping it go smoothly without any suspicion.
"Baby!" Cody's mom said as she ran outside to greet her son.
"Hey...mom." Cody nervously replied, hugging his mother.
"Who's this?" said Cody's mom, referring to Mike.
"Er, this is my...best friend, Mike. Mike, this is my mother." Cody said, gritting his teeth nervously.
"Nice to meet you, Ms..."
"Runnels."
"Runnels. Got it." Mike said as he flashed his trademark grin.
"Come in, come in. I just made some lemonade!" Ms. Runnels said as she invited them in.
Cody wiped his brow and shakily made his way into the house. Mike whispered "Don't be nervous" as he walked passed Cody and went inside.
The Georgia night came quick and Mike was helping Ms. Runnels with the dishes after dinner. Cody was outside trying to compose himself. It was hard trying to act in front of his mother.
"Goodnight, you fellas!" Ms. Runnels said while walking upstairs to her room.
Cody came inside into the living room after getting some air, and Mike wasted no time trying to get it going. He came quickly from behind Cody and began nibbling at his earlobe.
"You're all mine now..." Mike slowly whispered into Cody's ear, nibbling at his sensitive skin.
"Mike...we shouldn't..." Cody groaned.
"Mmm...why not babe?" Mike said as he directed his teeth towards Cody's neck.
"...she might hear us..." Cody gasped as he felt Mike's teeth against his hypersensitive skin.
"Mmm...but i'm still hungry..." Mike whispered, lightly lapping away at the bitten skin.
"There's...still food in the fridge." Cody choked out, slowly losing control.
"I don't want that..." said Mike as his bottom lip followed a path behind Cody's ear.
"Well...what do you want...to eat then?" Cody said as he held onto Mike's head from behind, urging him on.
"YOU." Mike bluntly stated as he latched his teeth into Cody's neck again.
Cody choked out a muffled cry of anxious pleasure as his groin tightened at Mike's words. Beginning to pant, all Cody could manage to say was "The basement".
"Lead me there." Mike said as he released his bite and gave Cody his hand.
Cody led Mike downstairs into the basement and flicked on the dim, florescent lighting. The room was a plain beige with browinish carpet. There was unpacked boxes and dumbells littered all over the floor, and there was a small television and a plaid brown couch towards the back of the room against the wall.
Mike took off his shirt and pants, then Cody followed suit soon after. Mike laid down on the couch and Cody quickly scrambled up Mike's body, furiously claiming his mouth like he had wanted to all day. While their two tongues molded together, Mike's hand wandered down and grabbed Cody's hard member, pumping it slowly, making Cody moan uncontrollably in his mouth.
"I want you...to..." Cody panted into Mike's mouth, "...I NEED YOU to fuck me. Right...FUCKING NOW."
"No prep?" Mike said, concern filling his eyes.
"NO. I can't wait. Please..." Cody mewled.
With hesitation, Mike lined up his solid flesh with Cody's quivering entrance while Cody sat down, gasping at the penetration. It burned, but Cody had felt worse. As soon as Cody gave him the signal to move, Mike bucked up, driving into Cody, making him cry out in pleasure.
"UH! Mike...more...ohmygod..." Cody moaned as he met each of Mike's thrusts with his own.
Mike followed the order and snapped up his hips in a fast, frantic motion, hitting Cody's spot over and over.
"Fuck...fuck yeah, Mike...oh fuck...YES! Oh god...i'm..." Cody moaned out while driving Mike further and further inside him.
Mike placed both hands on Cody's cheeks to direct his bouncing. The sounds of Cody's erotic ecstasy making sweet music to his ears. Tilting his head back in pleasure, Mike arched his back off the couch, driving himself even deeper.
Cody threw his head back in pleasure, crying out, bracing him on Mike's shoulders. Wanting more, needing more, he furiously bounced up and down on Mike's frame.
"MIKE!" Cody yelled, unable to hold it in.
"That's it baby, go. Go harder, God go harder..." Mike groaned out, completely turned on by the sight above him.
Eyes ablaze with lust, Cody rode him with long, drawn-out thrusts, grunting as he did.
A couple hours later, they went to sleep in separate rooms, both satisfied.
The next morning...
"Morning, Mom." Cody sleepily said as he walked into the kitchen.
"Good morning, baby. I see you had an eventful night last night." Ms. Runnels giggled.
"I-I-I did?" Cody nervously asked.
"I heard the noises, silly. Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Ms. Runnels said as she brushed Cody's cheek lightly.
"I, er...i'm sorry. I just didn't think you were okay with it." Cody said, feeling slightly defeated.
"Honey, why wouldn't I be okay with it? You're going have to have me meet this Meg."
"Meg?"
"Yeah, the girl you brought home last night when I went to sleep. Right? I mean you said her name over and over last night." Cody's mom laughed.
"Oh yeah...MEG. Right." Cody nervously chuckled.
"Good morning, sunshines." Mike smiled as he came out from his room and into the kitchen.
"So, Cody...how long have you dated this...MEG? And why haven't I met her yet?" Cody's mom excitedly asked.
"Awhile, eh Mike?" Cody glanced in Mike's direction.
"Oh yeah. FOREVVVVER now. They're practically inseparable." Mike said, going along with the conversation.
Hours passed and Cody bid his mother goodbye. Him and Mike also had to say goodbye because they had RAW and Smackdown in separate cities. At Monday Night RAW, Mike had an important tag-team match with Maryse. They were going against Cena and Gail Kim. He surprisingly got a huge upset, and on the way out on the ramp, Mike got lost in the moment and laid a huge smooch on Maryse, ON LIVE NATIONAL TELEVISION. Backstage...
"Mike! What was that for?" Maryse said, thick accent in place, hitting him in the chest.
"I'm sorry! I'm just so happy!" Mike exclaimed as he picked up Maryse and gave her a big hug.
"Listen...if you wanna go out for a drink later...I know our past, with everything, but..." Maryse asked.
"I'd love to." Mike replied, kissing her on the cheek.
"I'll see you later then." Maryse smiled as she walked away.
After the show was over and done with, Mike met Maryse outside of an upscale nightclub, where they were greeted by TMZ. They snapped pictures and did a little interview.
"Miz! Maryse! Over here!" The cameraman yelled.
"Hello!" Maryse said, bringing Mike over with her, holding his hand.
"What do you have to say to all them crazy fangirls out there?"
"What do I say? I say, GET YOUR OWN. HE'S MINE." Maryse laughed, bringing him closer and giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"Thanks for your time, guys!"
The next day, Cody had saw what happened on RAW and was NOT amused. He was getting ready for Smackdown when Dolph Ziggler came to him with some interesting photos, and a very interesting video. It did not help matters.
"Cody! Look at this! Mike and Maryse made TMZ!" Dolph excitedly said.
"WHAT?" Cody huffed, looking at the photos.
Cody became enraged at the photos and at the video. SHE was holding HIS man's hand. SHE was all over HIS man. SHE put her filthy, whore lips on HIS man. He kicked the lockers and ran out in an angry huff. He took out his phone and dialed Mike.
"Hey Cody, I missed -" Mike said.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP. JUST SHUT UP." Cody angrily interrupted.
"Cody? What's going on?" Mike asked, concerned.
"YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT'S GOING ON. First, you put your lips on...THAT WHORE! Then, all of a sudden, YOU'RE HERS?" Cody screamed into the phone.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Mike screamed as well.
"ON FUCKING RAW, MIKE. ON FUCKING TMZ. EVERY-FUCKING-WHERE. WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?" Cody screamed louder, drawing attention to himself.
"Cody, Cody. Calm down, let me explain!" Mike said as he tried reasoning with him.
"NO. You know what, HAVE THAT WHORE. We're done. D-O-N-E. GO FUCK YOURSELF, BETTER YET...WHY DON'T YOU GO FUCK THAT WHORE? K thanks, BYE." Cody shouted, angrily hanging up on Mike.
After Cody rushed from the taping, he kicked open his hotel room door. Flushed and shaking his anger, he begin kicking and punching the walls around him, not caring if it hurt him or not. He loved Mike, HOW COULD HE DO THIS TO HIM? He gave him everything he had, was it still NOT ENOUGH? What did Maryse have that he didn't? Is he just meant to be hurt over and over again and just take it?
The pain and angst Cody was feeling was just too much, he thought of everything him and Mike had been through together, and he became a mess of uncontrollable rage and sadness. He grabbed the lamp on the coffee table and threw it on the floor, shattering it to pieces. Him and Mike were supposed to have a future together, him and Mike were supposed be together forever! Still enraged, Cody grabbed the mirror in the bathroom and also shattered it to pieces. He began to cry uncontrollably and the broken mirror began to look so enticing. It looked as if it would be the cure to his misery. He then picked up a shard of glass and began dragging it across the skin of his arm.
Cody continued to sob while the blood was gushing from his arm and into the sink in the bathroom. His worst fears were confirmed and it was over. He had to convince himself that it was the right decision. He cleaned up the broken ceramic and glass and left it in the closet. He washed and wrapped up his wound then went to bed, where he continued to cry more.
The whole next week was A LITERAL hell for Cody. He had to learn to become independent with a bitter, broken heart. He forgot what it was like to be single...and alone. No one to come home to now, he had to find ways to keep himself busy. On Mike's side of the spectrum, he mostly hung out with Alex Riley for support. Alex was his best friend, so he tried to help anyway he could.
"C'mon Mike...it's not all that bad. You still have Maryse as an option...and she's pretty hot." Alex said.
"It's not the same...I don't have anything to her other than a physical attraction." Mike dejectedly said.
"It'll be alright, you'll get over this." Alex sighed as he rubbed his best friend's back. "If anything, I'll hook you up. That's not promise, that's a GUARANTEE."
Mike just sighed, and hung his head low in dejection.
On SmackDown...
Cody reached into his bag to find his sunglasses when there it was...the clay heart that Mike had given him a few months ago. He felt his eyes getting moist, but held it together. He was startled when an unknown ally approached him.
"Codeh, Wie arr yew soe sadd?" the heavily accented voice from behind asked.
"Oh, Drew. It's nothing. I'll be fine." Cody reassured his scottish friend.
"Yew don't luke fien." Drew retorted.
"I will be...hopefully." Cody replied.
"If yew want, we cood tawk aboot it over a drank." Drew smiled.
"Uh...yeah. I'd like that." Cody said, hope filling his eyes.
"Well, eye'll see yew aroound." Drew smiled as he walked out of the arena.
At that moment, Cody felt hopeful. He saw this as an opportunity to finally be happy again. He took out his sunglasses and walked out of the arena, proud and confident.
The next week, on Monday Night RAW...Riley fulfilled his promise to his best friend, and got him "hooked up".
"Mike! Get over here!" Alex yelled into the locker room.
"...what?" Mike said as he came out, sadness still clouding his blue eyes with a tad bit of stubble on his chin.
"I got the hook up!" Alex said as he shook Mike with excitement.
Mike groaned in disapproval, he didn't want or need Alex's help. He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, waiting to see who or what it was.
"I got you...and Miss Eve over there, a table for two at Don Romàn's on Friday night!" Alex said, going for a fist bump.
"Really? Really, Alex?" Mike said, not impressed.
"Really!"
"I don't need your help. I'm fine."
"Uh...no. No, you're not. C'mon Mike, you'd like Eve, and she's not as high-maintenence as that princess you used to date."
"Fine, but i'm not making any promises."
"That's cool. Just, just at least try, Mike. It's been 2 weeks already. You need to get over this."
Cody had been texting and chatting with Drew for the past week and he felt good. He almost felt like he was back to his old self. Mike seemed like a distant memory. Cody squealed with excitement when his phone went off and it said (1) New Message from: Dreww 3
Drew: (Hey there. :) )
Cody: (I was just thinking about you. lol)
(Oh really? Well, I was wonderin, what r u doing on Fri?)
(Nuthin that I no of. y?)
(I wanted to take u2 1 of my fav places.)
(I'd luv 2. :) )
(CU Fri. ;) )
Sooner than later, Friday came along and Cody was getting ready for his date. He had been with Mike for as long as he could remember, so this almost seemed like a new exprience to him. He picked out a casual white button-down with a navy blue blazer. A couple hours later, he was ready and his scottish knight awaited him at the door.
"Wie Codeh, I moost saie, yew luke graate." Drew complemented as he took Cody's arm and led him to his car.
"Thanks, you looked amazing as well." Cody blushed, trying to keep his composure.
"Soo, hoe yew beene?" Drew smiled, as he started the car.
"Uh...I've been better, to say the least." Cody nervously replied, glancing at his wrists.
"I'm sorreh. I tink yew'll leik dis plaace. It's rall classeh." Drew said, placing his hand on Cody's knee.
"Oh, well I like classy. Only 5-star for me." Cody joked, laughing a bit.
"Yew deesurve onleh da beste, Codeh." Drew sweetly smiled as he drove into valet parking.
Drew and Cody both walked in and were both greeted by the hostess serving them for the night.
"Bonjour, welcome to Don Romàn's. Do you have a reservation?" said the hostess.
"Yes, MacIntieyar." Drew said.
"Come again?" the hostess asked
"McIntyre." Cody said.
"Table for two?" the hostess politely asked once more.
"Yes." Cody replied as they were led away to their table.
The two sat down at the table and ordered a couple glasses of wine while looking the menu. Cody glanced up from his menu...and saw HIM. He saw him at the table across from their's with...EVE? As soon as he saw that Mike spotted him, he frantically hid behind his menu.
"Codeh? Yew alrite?" Drew asked.
"Oh yeah, just fine. That's me, Mr. Fine." Cody frantically spat out, continuing to hide. He looked down and saw he had a text message from Mike.
(Well, Well, Well. Wat do we hav here? Is some1 on a lil date?)
(Fuck off Mike. U Rnt guna ruin this 4 me.)
(Oh babe, I had no intention of ruining anything. ;) )
Cody didn't reply. He looked up and saw Drew still looking at the menu. Cody was praying to any god that would listen that he didn't see Mike.
"Uh...Drew. I think I'll have whatever you're having." Cody nervously said, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Alrite. That soonds gewd to meh." Drew smiled, folding his menu and putting it down.
"So...uh, what made you wanna become a WWE superstar?" said Cody, trying to break the ice.
Back at Mike's table...
"...so I love Tai-Kwon-Do and aerobic sports." said Eve.
"That's...uh...interesting. Me too." Mike said.
"Really? That's great!" Eve excitedly said.
"You wanna hear a joke?" Mike asked.
Over where Cody was sitting, he could hear laugh and lots of talking. He was angry that Mike and Eve seemed to be hitting it off when him and Drew didn't seem to be getting anywhere. He needed to get away.
"Drew, if you could excuse me for a moment? I need to use the bathroom." Cody said, speed-walking over to the bathroom.
"Oh ok, Codeh." Drew said, sipping his wine.
Mike had saw Cody get up and head to the bathroom. This was his chance.
"Isn't that funny? Well, I'm gonna use the little boys' room before the food comes, ok?" Mike sweetly said.
Mike casually walked to the bathroom, opened the door and locked the door behind him. He heard sniffling in the handicapped stall and quickly made his way over, knocking.
"Mr. Rhodth? Are you in there?" Mike asked.
"Go away! I don't want to talk to you. Leave me alone." Cody sniffled.
"C'mon, open the stall. Or I'll break the door. I know you don't want that." Mike said, conviction in his voice.
"NO! Go away, Mike. Just go away." Cody sniffled, his eyes filling with tears again.
"Ok...here I go. 1...2..." Mike warned.
"Fine!" Cody opened the stall, letting Mike in. "Are you happy now?"
"Code...just being in here with you, makes me the happiest I've been in weeks." Mike reasoned, bringing Cody closer.
"Why did you do it? Why? What didn't I have that she has?" Cody said, feeling more defeated than ever.
"...you never let me explain. It was kayfabe. It didn't mean anything. It was all for show." Mike said, no lower than a whisper.
"Really?" Cody sniffled once more.
"Really. You were, still are, my whole world. I could never do that to you." Mike said, moisture clouding his eyes.
Cody took off his blazer and rolled up his shirt, then he took off the bandage on his wrist, revealing his deep wounds.
"Cody...god. What happened? You didn't cut yourself, did you?" Mike said, tracing his fingers lightly around the healing wound.
"I did. I...I was in so much pain..." Cody trailed off as he threw himself onto Mike, sobbing.
"I'm...i'm so sorry, Cody." Mike whispered as he held onto Cody tightly, not letting go as tears rolled down his face.
Cody reached up and kissed Mike softly. Not in a harsh, or animalistic way, but in a loving, light way.
Cody got closer and placed both of their foreheads together, and with the most love and sincerity in his tone, he whispered, "I love you, Michael Gregory Mizanin and nothing will ever tear us apart. Nothing."
Mike reached forward and kissed Cody, with a little more force and pressed him against the wall of the stall. "I love you too..." he said, "...there's nothing in this world I wouldn't do for you."
Cody's bluish eyes became clouded with lust and wrapped his legs around Mike's waist, letting Mike pick him up off the ground. He seductively whispered in Mike's ear, "If I let you take me back to the hotel...whatchu gonna do to me?"
Mike let out a hungry growl and harshly pressed Cody against the wall, sucking on his neck, moving upwards, licking the outer shell of Cody's ear, he whispered, "Boy, I'm gonna fuck you senseless."
"Mmm...what else are you gonna do? Tell me more. " Cody whispered.
"I'm gonna break the headboard in two." Mike whispered as he softly left kisses on Cody's jawline.
"Uhh...yeah. I'd like that. You gonna do anything else to me?" Cody moaned out.
"The cops are gonna get called on us from you screaming so loud. I'm gonna go...ALL. NIGHT. LONG." Mike panted as he began to devour Cody's neck again.
"...what are we waiting for then?" Cody smirked as he unwrapped his legs from Mike.
"What about your date?" Mike said as he let go of his grip on Cody's neck.
"I doubt if he's still there. It's been almost a half-hour we've been in here." Cody pointed out.
"We should check." Mike said, as he led Cody out of the bathroom.
As they walked out, they saw that both of their dates weren't there, so in a flash, they fled. On the ride back to the hotel, it seemed like an eternity. As soon as they got there, they ran straight up, forgetting about the elevator. Mike opened the door and Cody immediately pounced on him, knocking him over onto the king-sized bed. They were both on fire and it seemed like they couldn't get out of their clothes fast enough. Once everything was off, Mike flipped Cody around so he was on his back, and he began devouring his mouth while pumping his member to full hardness.
"...I'm gonna show you exactly how much you mean to me..." Mike breathed into the kisses.
Cody just moaned into the kiss and he arched his back to Mike's hand around his thick length.
"...when I show you...you can't cum, okay? You can't cum until I tell you to." Mike whispered, coming up for air.
"W-W-W-Wha...Why?" Cody choked out.
"Oh, you'll see." Mike smirked as he went lower and gave Cody's hard flesh a long and agonizing lick.
Cody continued to moan and gave a loud gasp as he felt Mike's throat engulf his entire shaft. He held onto Mike's head tightly as Mike sucked on him for a couple slow minutes.
"Now, Mike. Inside me, NOW." Cody mewled out as Mike released him.
"Nope...not yet. Stay right there, I'll be right back." Mike devilishly grinned as he hopped off the bed and rummaged through his bag.
Cody gave a whimper but quickly became wide-eyed as Mike came back to the bed. In one hand, Mike had a grey scarf. In the other hand, Mike had handcuffs. Furry handcuffs, to be exact.
"Mike...i'm not sure about this..." Cody said, a touch of fear filling his voice.
"Shhh. Leave it all to me..." Mike said as he got on top of Cody once again.
"It's just..." Cody said.
"No more talking." Mike whispered as he began sucking on Cody's neck, pinning both of his arms down.
At that moment, Cody felt his resistance go down, but something went off in Cody. He decided to let his primal instincts take over and see what happened.
"Mike! Let me up dammit!" Cody growled, mal intent replacing the tone of fear.
"No, trust me. You're gonna like this..." Mike said, continuing his minstrations.
Cody decided to get creative and he brought his head up furiously, headbutting Mike in the process.
Mike got off of Cody and rolled off the bed, "OW! What the hell?"
Cody smirked, "Oops. Whatcha gonna do about it Mizanin?"
Mike growled and jumped on Cody, biting the dip between his shoulder and neck. Cody tried fighting back, but Mike was simply too strong. As soon as he let his resistance go down, Mike used that opportunity to handcuff him to the railing of the headboard.
Cody struggled but to no avail. He was Mike's for the taking. Cody let all his resistance falter and allowed Mike to explore his body.
"Mmm...that's more like it." Mike breathed breathlessly into Cody's ear.
Mike continued rubbing every nook and every cranny of Cody's sculpted figure with his talented hands, making Cody shiver against his touch. While Cody relaxed against his touch, Mike used the grey scarf to tie Cody's other hand to the other side of the rail.
"God...you're so perfect...so beautiful, how could I want anyone else?" Mike said as he hungrily attacked Cody's chest, making Cody moan.
"Mike...please..." Cody begged, both hands tied to the railing.
"Cody...are you begging?" Mike sensually whispered, placing both of his hands on Cody's inner thighs
"Yes, Mike. Please...I can't take the teasing..." Cody panted, "...I've never needed to cum so badly before."
Mike licked his lips in anticipation, and in the most sexual voice, Mike simply whispered into Cody's ear, "Spread your legs for me."
Cody let out an sluttish moan as he obliged and spread his legs as far apart as possible. His breath instantly hitched as he felt Mike's fingers slide inside, stretching him.
"Mike..." he moaned.
Mike continued what he started earlier, directing his teeth toward Cody's neck, while sliding 2 fingers in and out of Cody's hole.
"...nowww." Cody mewled.
Mike took his fingers out and spread Cody's legs more, postitioning himself in between them. He looked at the sinful, wanton body below him as he slowly slid inside, making Cody gasp and close his eyes in ecstasy.
Once he got the hint to move, he thrust harshly inside, eliciting a loud cry of pleasure from his younger lover below. The pent-up sexual frustration was too much for Mike to handle and he abandoned his slow rhythm for harsh, erratic thrusts. The headboard loudly crashed against the wall and the springs loudly screeched as Mike was fully sheathed inside.
"MIKE! UH, UH, UH!" Cody screamed, pulling against the restraints holding him down.
Mike couldn't do anything other than to grunt, thrusting faster and harder, hitting that one spot that drove Cody crazy over and over.
"Oh yeah, Michael...oh god, i'm gonna cum..." Cody said as his body rocked against Mike's rough thrusts.
"Go ahead..." Mike whispered.
After several hours of releasing all the sexual frustration that was pent up, the both of them went to sleep, more than satisfied with their romantic tryst.
The next morning...
Cody awoke to all whole tray of food for breakfast and a beautiful bouquet of blood red roses. On the tray was danishes, toast, pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausage, and a glass pitcher of orange juice. He got up and with the bouquet was a card, the card read:
"Mmm...you smell incredible..." Mike whispered as he sucked on Cody's neck.
"Uhh...do you...think we...have time?" moaned Cody through heavy gasps.
Mike pulled away to check his phone, and it read "8:46". 9 minutes here and 5 minutes to get there? He could pull it off. Mike claimed Cody's mouth hungrily and pressed him up against the window while forcefully pulling down his pants.
Back at the arena, people were beginning to worry. Cena was supposed to interrupt him and they were wondering how they were going to pull this off.
"Where is Mike? It's already 10 'til 9!" Stephanie cried out.
"If I know Mike, he'll be here. This storyline we're doing is going to give him a huge push. I doubt he'd mess that up." Cena cooly responded.
"I hope you're right, John. I hope you're right...but he's not answering his phone either." Stephanie said, trying to remain calm.
"Maybe he left it in the locker room. He's always leaving his stuff everywhere." Cena tried explaining, trying to keep himself calm as well.
About 4 minutes later, in the parking lot, Mike is heading on his way back to the arena.
"UHHH, YESS...OH FUCK!" Cody screamed as his white, sticky essence spilt all over the backseat of Mike's rental car.
"Mmm, I have to go...but I'll see you after the show, ok sexy?" Mike breathed into soft, wet kisses before pulling away to redress himself.
Cody sat up and pressed his lips against Mike's cheek, whispering, "Not bad for 10 minutes, Mizanin, not bad at all."
Mike smirked as he got out of the car and ran into the arena's back entrance. He checked his phone, "8:55" was shown. He would make it. EASILY.
"5 minutes 'til showtime people!" Stephanie shouted to all crew members and superstars.
Mike ran into Stephanie and smiled, before casually walking to the curtain. His casual, cocky demeanor perfectly in place.
"WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU?" Stephanie screamed.
"Does it matter? I'm here now." Mike smirked, looking back at Stephanie, walking backwards.
"Whatever. Just get out there! The show's starting!" yelled Stephanie.
The sound of "AAAAAAAWESOMEE" echoed through the arena as the awesome one came out through the curtain with a wide, toothy grin across his face. He made his usual promo, won his match and went backstage to shower. He stank of man-stank. He walked into his locker room to a waiting surprise.
As soon as Mike walked in and closed the door, Cody came from a hidden corner and pounced on Mike, smothering him with kisses.
"You looked...so good out there." Cody said in between kisses.
"Code...I have to shower, I stink." Mike replied, trying to breathe, talk, and kiss at the same time.
"It's ok, you look amazing when your sweaty..." said Cody, "...although, your smell IS NOT dashing." He said those last words while pulling away and giving Mike an eyebrow.
Mike returned the eyebrow and casually said, "Well, if you'd let me shower, I think I could dashify myself for you."
Cody laughed. "Dashify?"
"Yep, it's a Mizanin original." Mike winked while walking towards the showers.
The next day, Mike and Cody drove to the Smackdown tapings, Cody did the same routine. He did a solid promo and won his match. Mike was in the parking lot, waiting in his car for Cody to come out.
"Yeah, it'll be great to see you too. We have a lot to talk about and I have a bunch to teach you. We're gonna win this shit." said Mike, talking on the phone, "Oh hell yeah! We'll pop that Rosé, get a couple girls, it'll be a good 'ol time...but hey, I gotta go, but I'll call you back."
"Who was that?" Cody asked while getting into the car.
"Oh, it was no one, just a good friend of mine." Mike chuckled while starting the car and getting on the highway.
"Did you see my match? I'm surprised JTG even has a job still." Cody smiled.
"Yeah, I did! It was...great." Mike nervously chuckled.
"You ok, Mike?" Cody asked, concern found in his voice.
"I'm just...not feeling too well. That's it." replied Mike.
"Do you want me to drive?" Cody asked, the tone of concern still intact.
"Uh...no. I'll be fine." Mike weakly smiled back.
Something these past couple months was happening to Mike, something he couldn't explain. It was almost like he wasn't seeing Cody in the same light. These past months, he wasn't seeing Cody as a lover, he was seeing him more as friend. He still had the same amount of feelings, but not the kind he wanted. He was confused and it made his head spin. After countless hours of drving, they made their way back to Mike's house.
Cody was straddling Mike on top of the bed while leaning down to give him hot, passionate kisses. Mike was trying be as into it as Cody was, but he found it hard. (No Pun Intended) He could feel how ready Cody was underneath his sweatpants, but he had to pull away, he was feeling suffocated.
"Mmm...wha-" Cody said, dazed at the sudden lack of contact.
"...I'm sorry. I...uh, need some air." Mike frantically said before running out.
Cody ran out after Mike, wondering and being concerned about what's wrong. "Mike! Wait up!"
Mike was in the hall, with his hands over his face, banging his head against the wall.
Cody finally saw him and ran over quickly, putting a hand over his shoulder and whispering, "What's wrong, Mike?"
"I don't know...I really don't know." Mike looked up at Cody, helplessness filling his blue eyes.
Cody pulled Mike closer and kissed his forehead. He didn't know what was wrong so he couldn't make it better. He felt just as helpless as Mike did as they cuddled in the hallway.
3 days later, Mike and Cody had a day off and they decided to spend the day together. They hoped to repair the lost spark between them.
Cody and Mike were walking through the mall, hoping to buy away their troubles. It didn't seem to work, though. Everytime Cody tried to hold Mike's hand, Mike would wiggle out of it. He also became weary when he saw Mike looking at other WOMEN.
"Mike..." said Cody.
"Cody." Mike replied with a smile.
"We need to talk." Cody said, leading Mike to a nearby bench.
"What's up?" Mike asked as he sat down.
"Do you...still love me?" Cody asked, ashamed he let himself become so vulnerable.
"What? Of course I do." Mike replied as he lent in and gave Cody a kiss.
"I saw you. Looking at other girls, and you've been really distant...and...i'm worried where I stand."
"Code, just because i'm with you doesn't mean I only like guys. I like chicks too."
"I'm just...scared. Really scared, actually."
"Don't be. I'm just trying to figure out where my head is at."
Mike quickly gave Cody a tight hug, held his hand, and said with a smile, "Shall we go to Aéropostle?"
With a bunch of shopping bags in tow, Mike and Cody finally made it back to their hotel room, hand in hand.
"Phew, I'm beat." Mike sighed as he opened the door and plopped on the bed.
"Ugh, and I still have to go to Georgia this weekend." said Cody as he plopped on the bed next to Mike.
"Why 'ugh'?" Mike asked.
"I promised my mom that i'd go see her while I was in town." Cody answered.
"I'd like to go with you. I've never met your mom before and I think it would be fun." Mike said, full of enthusiasum.
"That's not a good idea, Mike." Cody retorted.
"Why not? I mean we go out for dinner, chill out for a bit...and..." Mike said, rambling on.
"MIKE!" Cody yelled.
"What?" Mike yelled back.
"It's not a good idea because...my mom doesn't really know...that i'm gay." Cody confessed.
Mike suddenly felt bad for Cody, brought him closer, making Cody lean back against him and whispered, "It's ok, I understand."
A light went off in Cody's head and he looked up at Mike and said, "Who says we can't go as friends though?"
"...with benefits. VERY good...benefits." Mike smirked as he trailed kisses up Cody's jawline.
"Mhmm." Cody said as he laid back and relished in the affection.
Before they knew it, the weekend came along and they were en route to Georgia. Cody was a nervous wreck but he had to keep it together. He also had to lecture Mike about being less 'touchy-feely' when they got there. He was hoping it go smoothly without any suspicion.
"Baby!" Cody's mom said as she ran outside to greet her son.
"Hey...mom." Cody nervously replied, hugging his mother.
"Who's this?" said Cody's mom, referring to Mike.
"Er, this is my...best friend, Mike. Mike, this is my mother." Cody said, gritting his teeth nervously.
"Nice to meet you, Ms..."
"Runnels."
"Runnels. Got it." Mike said as he flashed his trademark grin.
"Come in, come in. I just made some lemonade!" Ms. Runnels said as she invited them in.
Cody wiped his brow and shakily made his way into the house. Mike whispered "Don't be nervous" as he walked passed Cody and went inside.
The Georgia night came quick and Mike was helping Ms. Runnels with the dishes after dinner. Cody was outside trying to compose himself. It was hard trying to act in front of his mother.
"Goodnight, you fellas!" Ms. Runnels said while walking upstairs to her room.
Cody came inside into the living room after getting some air, and Mike wasted no time trying to get it going. He came quickly from behind Cody and began nibbling at his earlobe.
"You're all mine now..." Mike slowly whispered into Cody's ear, nibbling at his sensitive skin.
"Mike...we shouldn't..." Cody groaned.
"Mmm...why not babe?" Mike said as he directed his teeth towards Cody's neck.
"...she might hear us..." Cody gasped as he felt Mike's teeth against his hypersensitive skin.
"Mmm...but i'm still hungry..." Mike whispered, lightly lapping away at the bitten skin.
"There's...still food in the fridge." Cody choked out, slowly losing control.
"I don't want that..." said Mike as his bottom lip followed a path behind Cody's ear.
"Well...what do you want...to eat then?" Cody said as he held onto Mike's head from behind, urging him on.
"YOU." Mike bluntly stated as he latched his teeth into Cody's neck again.
Cody choked out a muffled cry of anxious pleasure as his groin tightened at Mike's words. Beginning to pant, all Cody could manage to say was "The basement".
"Lead me there." Mike said as he released his bite and gave Cody his hand.
Cody led Mike downstairs into the basement and flicked on the dim, florescent lighting. The room was a plain beige with browinish carpet. There was unpacked boxes and dumbells littered all over the floor, and there was a small television and a plaid brown couch towards the back of the room against the wall.
Mike took off his shirt and pants, then Cody followed suit soon after. Mike laid down on the couch and Cody quickly scrambled up Mike's body, furiously claiming his mouth like he had wanted to all day. While their two tongues molded together, Mike's hand wandered down and grabbed Cody's hard member, pumping it slowly, making Cody moan uncontrollably in his mouth.
"I want you...to..." Cody panted into Mike's mouth, "...I NEED YOU to fuck me. Right...FUCKING NOW."
"No prep?" Mike said, concern filling his eyes.
"NO. I can't wait. Please..." Cody mewled.
With hesitation, Mike lined up his solid flesh with Cody's quivering entrance while Cody sat down, gasping at the penetration. It burned, but Cody had felt worse. As soon as Cody gave him the signal to move, Mike bucked up, driving into Cody, making him cry out in pleasure.
"UH! Mike...more...ohmygod..." Cody moaned as he met each of Mike's thrusts with his own.
Mike followed the order and snapped up his hips in a fast, frantic motion, hitting Cody's spot over and over.
"Fuck...fuck yeah, Mike...oh fuck...YES! Oh god...i'm..." Cody moaned out while driving Mike further and further inside him.
Mike placed both hands on Cody's cheeks to direct his bouncing. The sounds of Cody's erotic ecstasy making sweet music to his ears. Tilting his head back in pleasure, Mike arched his back off the couch, driving himself even deeper.
Cody threw his head back in pleasure, crying out, bracing him on Mike's shoulders. Wanting more, needing more, he furiously bounced up and down on Mike's frame.
"MIKE!" Cody yelled, unable to hold it in.
"That's it baby, go. Go harder, God go harder..." Mike groaned out, completely turned on by the sight above him.
Eyes ablaze with lust, Cody rode him with long, drawn-out thrusts, grunting as he did.
A couple hours later, they went to sleep in separate rooms, both satisfied.
The next morning...
"Morning, Mom." Cody sleepily said as he walked into the kitchen.
"Good morning, baby. I see you had an eventful night last night." Ms. Runnels giggled.
"I-I-I did?" Cody nervously asked.
"I heard the noises, silly. Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Ms. Runnels said as she brushed Cody's cheek lightly.
"I, er...i'm sorry. I just didn't think you were okay with it." Cody said, feeling slightly defeated.
"Honey, why wouldn't I be okay with it? You're going have to have me meet this Meg."
"Meg?"
"Yeah, the girl you brought home last night when I went to sleep. Right? I mean you said her name over and over last night." Cody's mom laughed.
"Oh yeah...MEG. Right." Cody nervously chuckled.
"Good morning, sunshines." Mike smiled as he came out from his room and into the kitchen.
"So, Cody...how long have you dated this...MEG? And why haven't I met her yet?" Cody's mom excitedly asked.
"Awhile, eh Mike?" Cody glanced in Mike's direction.
"Oh yeah. FOREVVVVER now. They're practically inseparable." Mike said, going along with the conversation.
Hours passed and Cody bid his mother goodbye. Him and Mike also had to say goodbye because they had RAW and Smackdown in separate cities. At Monday Night RAW, Mike had an important tag-team match with Maryse. They were going against Cena and Gail Kim. He surprisingly got a huge upset, and on the way out on the ramp, Mike got lost in the moment and laid a huge smooch on Maryse, ON LIVE NATIONAL TELEVISION. Backstage...
"Mike! What was that for?" Maryse said, thick accent in place, hitting him in the chest.
"I'm sorry! I'm just so happy!" Mike exclaimed as he picked up Maryse and gave her a big hug.
"Listen...if you wanna go out for a drink later...I know our past, with everything, but..." Maryse asked.
"I'd love to." Mike replied, kissing her on the cheek.
"I'll see you later then." Maryse smiled as she walked away.
After the show was over and done with, Mike met Maryse outside of an upscale nightclub, where they were greeted by TMZ. They snapped pictures and did a little interview.
"Miz! Maryse! Over here!" The cameraman yelled.
"Hello!" Maryse said, bringing Mike over with her, holding his hand.
"What do you have to say to all them crazy fangirls out there?"
"What do I say? I say, GET YOUR OWN. HE'S MINE." Maryse laughed, bringing him closer and giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"Thanks for your time, guys!"
The next day, Cody had saw what happened on RAW and was NOT amused. He was getting ready for Smackdown when Dolph Ziggler came to him with some interesting photos, and a very interesting video. It did not help matters.
"Cody! Look at this! Mike and Maryse made TMZ!" Dolph excitedly said.
"WHAT?" Cody huffed, looking at the photos.
Cody became enraged at the photos and at the video. SHE was holding HIS man's hand. SHE was all over HIS man. SHE put her filthy, whore lips on HIS man. He kicked the lockers and ran out in an angry huff. He took out his phone and dialed Mike.
"Hey Cody, I missed -" Mike said.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP. JUST SHUT UP." Cody angrily interrupted.
"Cody? What's going on?" Mike asked, concerned.
"YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT'S GOING ON. First, you put your lips on...THAT WHORE! Then, all of a sudden, YOU'RE HERS?" Cody screamed into the phone.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Mike screamed as well.
"ON FUCKING RAW, MIKE. ON FUCKING TMZ. EVERY-FUCKING-WHERE. WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?" Cody screamed louder, drawing attention to himself.
"Cody, Cody. Calm down, let me explain!" Mike said as he tried reasoning with him.
"NO. You know what, HAVE THAT WHORE. We're done. D-O-N-E. GO FUCK YOURSELF, BETTER YET...WHY DON'T YOU GO FUCK THAT WHORE? K thanks, BYE." Cody shouted, angrily hanging up on Mike.
After Cody rushed from the taping, he kicked open his hotel room door. Flushed and shaking his anger, he begin kicking and punching the walls around him, not caring if it hurt him or not. He loved Mike, HOW COULD HE DO THIS TO HIM? He gave him everything he had, was it still NOT ENOUGH? What did Maryse have that he didn't? Is he just meant to be hurt over and over again and just take it?
The pain and angst Cody was feeling was just too much, he thought of everything him and Mike had been through together, and he became a mess of uncontrollable rage and sadness. He grabbed the lamp on the coffee table and threw it on the floor, shattering it to pieces. Him and Mike were supposed to have a future together, him and Mike were supposed be together forever! Still enraged, Cody grabbed the mirror in the bathroom and also shattered it to pieces. He began to cry uncontrollably and the broken mirror began to look so enticing. It looked as if it would be the cure to his misery. He then picked up a shard of glass and began dragging it across the skin of his arm.
Cody continued to sob while the blood was gushing from his arm and into the sink in the bathroom. His worst fears were confirmed and it was over. He had to convince himself that it was the right decision. He cleaned up the broken ceramic and glass and left it in the closet. He washed and wrapped up his wound then went to bed, where he continued to cry more.
The whole next week was A LITERAL hell for Cody. He had to learn to become independent with a bitter, broken heart. He forgot what it was like to be single...and alone. No one to come home to now, he had to find ways to keep himself busy. On Mike's side of the spectrum, he mostly hung out with Alex Riley for support. Alex was his best friend, so he tried to help anyway he could.
"C'mon Mike...it's not all that bad. You still have Maryse as an option...and she's pretty hot." Alex said.
"It's not the same...I don't have anything to her other than a physical attraction." Mike dejectedly said.
"It'll be alright, you'll get over this." Alex sighed as he rubbed his best friend's back. "If anything, I'll hook you up. That's not promise, that's a GUARANTEE."
Mike just sighed, and hung his head low in dejection.
On SmackDown...
Cody reached into his bag to find his sunglasses when there it was...the clay heart that Mike had given him a few months ago. He felt his eyes getting moist, but held it together. He was startled when an unknown ally approached him.
"Codeh, Wie arr yew soe sadd?" the heavily accented voice from behind asked.
"Oh, Drew. It's nothing. I'll be fine." Cody reassured his scottish friend.
"Yew don't luke fien." Drew retorted.
"I will be...hopefully." Cody replied.
"If yew want, we cood tawk aboot it over a drank." Drew smiled.
"Uh...yeah. I'd like that." Cody said, hope filling his eyes.
"Well, eye'll see yew aroound." Drew smiled as he walked out of the arena.
At that moment, Cody felt hopeful. He saw this as an opportunity to finally be happy again. He took out his sunglasses and walked out of the arena, proud and confident.
The next week, on Monday Night RAW...Riley fulfilled his promise to his best friend, and got him "hooked up".
"Mike! Get over here!" Alex yelled into the locker room.
"...what?" Mike said as he came out, sadness still clouding his blue eyes with a tad bit of stubble on his chin.
"I got the hook up!" Alex said as he shook Mike with excitement.
Mike groaned in disapproval, he didn't want or need Alex's help. He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, waiting to see who or what it was.
"I got you...and Miss Eve over there, a table for two at Don Romàn's on Friday night!" Alex said, going for a fist bump.
"Really? Really, Alex?" Mike said, not impressed.
"Really!"
"I don't need your help. I'm fine."
"Uh...no. No, you're not. C'mon Mike, you'd like Eve, and she's not as high-maintenence as that princess you used to date."
"Fine, but i'm not making any promises."
"That's cool. Just, just at least try, Mike. It's been 2 weeks already. You need to get over this."
Cody had been texting and chatting with Drew for the past week and he felt good. He almost felt like he was back to his old self. Mike seemed like a distant memory. Cody squealed with excitement when his phone went off and it said (1) New Message from: Dreww 3
Drew: (Hey there. :) )
Cody: (I was just thinking about you. lol)
(Oh really? Well, I was wonderin, what r u doing on Fri?)
(Nuthin that I no of. y?)
(I wanted to take u2 1 of my fav places.)
(I'd luv 2. :) )
(CU Fri. ;) )
Sooner than later, Friday came along and Cody was getting ready for his date. He had been with Mike for as long as he could remember, so this almost seemed like a new exprience to him. He picked out a casual white button-down with a navy blue blazer. A couple hours later, he was ready and his scottish knight awaited him at the door.
"Wie Codeh, I moost saie, yew luke graate." Drew complemented as he took Cody's arm and led him to his car.
"Thanks, you looked amazing as well." Cody blushed, trying to keep his composure.
"Soo, hoe yew beene?" Drew smiled, as he started the car.
"Uh...I've been better, to say the least." Cody nervously replied, glancing at his wrists.
"I'm sorreh. I tink yew'll leik dis plaace. It's rall classeh." Drew said, placing his hand on Cody's knee.
"Oh, well I like classy. Only 5-star for me." Cody joked, laughing a bit.
"Yew deesurve onleh da beste, Codeh." Drew sweetly smiled as he drove into valet parking.
Drew and Cody both walked in and were both greeted by the hostess serving them for the night.
"Bonjour, welcome to Don Romàn's. Do you have a reservation?" said the hostess.
"Yes, MacIntieyar." Drew said.
"Come again?" the hostess asked
"McIntyre." Cody said.
"Table for two?" the hostess politely asked once more.
"Yes." Cody replied as they were led away to their table.
The two sat down at the table and ordered a couple glasses of wine while looking the menu. Cody glanced up from his menu...and saw HIM. He saw him at the table across from their's with...EVE? As soon as he saw that Mike spotted him, he frantically hid behind his menu.
"Codeh? Yew alrite?" Drew asked.
"Oh yeah, just fine. That's me, Mr. Fine." Cody frantically spat out, continuing to hide. He looked down and saw he had a text message from Mike.
(Well, Well, Well. Wat do we hav here? Is some1 on a lil date?)
(Fuck off Mike. U Rnt guna ruin this 4 me.)
(Oh babe, I had no intention of ruining anything. ;) )
Cody didn't reply. He looked up and saw Drew still looking at the menu. Cody was praying to any god that would listen that he didn't see Mike.
"Uh...Drew. I think I'll have whatever you're having." Cody nervously said, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Alrite. That soonds gewd to meh." Drew smiled, folding his menu and putting it down.
"So...uh, what made you wanna become a WWE superstar?" said Cody, trying to break the ice.
Back at Mike's table...
"...so I love Tai-Kwon-Do and aerobic sports." said Eve.
"That's...uh...interesting. Me too." Mike said.
"Really? That's great!" Eve excitedly said.
"You wanna hear a joke?" Mike asked.
Over where Cody was sitting, he could hear laugh and lots of talking. He was angry that Mike and Eve seemed to be hitting it off when him and Drew didn't seem to be getting anywhere. He needed to get away.
"Drew, if you could excuse me for a moment? I need to use the bathroom." Cody said, speed-walking over to the bathroom.
"Oh ok, Codeh." Drew said, sipping his wine.
Mike had saw Cody get up and head to the bathroom. This was his chance.
"Isn't that funny? Well, I'm gonna use the little boys' room before the food comes, ok?" Mike sweetly said.
Mike casually walked to the bathroom, opened the door and locked the door behind him. He heard sniffling in the handicapped stall and quickly made his way over, knocking.
"Mr. Rhodth? Are you in there?" Mike asked.
"Go away! I don't want to talk to you. Leave me alone." Cody sniffled.
"C'mon, open the stall. Or I'll break the door. I know you don't want that." Mike said, conviction in his voice.
"NO! Go away, Mike. Just go away." Cody sniffled, his eyes filling with tears again.
"Ok...here I go. 1...2..." Mike warned.
"Fine!" Cody opened the stall, letting Mike in. "Are you happy now?"
"Code...just being in here with you, makes me the happiest I've been in weeks." Mike reasoned, bringing Cody closer.
"Why did you do it? Why? What didn't I have that she has?" Cody said, feeling more defeated than ever.
"...you never let me explain. It was kayfabe. It didn't mean anything. It was all for show." Mike said, no lower than a whisper.
"Really?" Cody sniffled once more.
"Really. You were, still are, my whole world. I could never do that to you." Mike said, moisture clouding his eyes.
Cody took off his blazer and rolled up his shirt, then he took off the bandage on his wrist, revealing his deep wounds.
"Cody...god. What happened? You didn't cut yourself, did you?" Mike said, tracing his fingers lightly around the healing wound.
"I did. I...I was in so much pain..." Cody trailed off as he threw himself onto Mike, sobbing.
"I'm...i'm so sorry, Cody." Mike whispered as he held onto Cody tightly, not letting go as tears rolled down his face.
Cody reached up and kissed Mike softly. Not in a harsh, or animalistic way, but in a loving, light way.
Cody got closer and placed both of their foreheads together, and with the most love and sincerity in his tone, he whispered, "I love you, Michael Gregory Mizanin and nothing will ever tear us apart. Nothing."
Mike reached forward and kissed Cody, with a little more force and pressed him against the wall of the stall. "I love you too..." he said, "...there's nothing in this world I wouldn't do for you."
Cody's bluish eyes became clouded with lust and wrapped his legs around Mike's waist, letting Mike pick him up off the ground. He seductively whispered in Mike's ear, "If I let you take me back to the hotel...whatchu gonna do to me?"
Mike let out a hungry growl and harshly pressed Cody against the wall, sucking on his neck, moving upwards, licking the outer shell of Cody's ear, he whispered, "Boy, I'm gonna fuck you senseless."
"Mmm...what else are you gonna do? Tell me more. " Cody whispered.
"I'm gonna break the headboard in two." Mike whispered as he softly left kisses on Cody's jawline.
"Uhh...yeah. I'd like that. You gonna do anything else to me?" Cody moaned out.
"The cops are gonna get called on us from you screaming so loud. I'm gonna go...ALL. NIGHT. LONG." Mike panted as he began to devour Cody's neck again.
"...what are we waiting for then?" Cody smirked as he unwrapped his legs from Mike.
"What about your date?" Mike said as he let go of his grip on Cody's neck.
"I doubt if he's still there. It's been almost a half-hour we've been in here." Cody pointed out.
"We should check." Mike said, as he led Cody out of the bathroom.
As they walked out, they saw that both of their dates weren't there, so in a flash, they fled. On the ride back to the hotel, it seemed like an eternity. As soon as they got there, they ran straight up, forgetting about the elevator. Mike opened the door and Cody immediately pounced on him, knocking him over onto the king-sized bed. They were both on fire and it seemed like they couldn't get out of their clothes fast enough. Once everything was off, Mike flipped Cody around so he was on his back, and he began devouring his mouth while pumping his member to full hardness.
"...I'm gonna show you exactly how much you mean to me..." Mike breathed into the kisses.
Cody just moaned into the kiss and he arched his back to Mike's hand around his thick length.
"...when I show you...you can't cum, okay? You can't cum until I tell you to." Mike whispered, coming up for air.
"W-W-W-Wha...Why?" Cody choked out.
"Oh, you'll see." Mike smirked as he went lower and gave Cody's hard flesh a long and agonizing lick.
Cody continued to moan and gave a loud gasp as he felt Mike's throat engulf his entire shaft. He held onto Mike's head tightly as Mike sucked on him for a couple slow minutes.
"Now, Mike. Inside me, NOW." Cody mewled out as Mike released him.
"Nope...not yet. Stay right there, I'll be right back." Mike devilishly grinned as he hopped off the bed and rummaged through his bag.
Cody gave a whimper but quickly became wide-eyed as Mike came back to the bed. In one hand, Mike had a grey scarf. In the other hand, Mike had handcuffs. Furry handcuffs, to be exact.
"Mike...i'm not sure about this..." Cody said, a touch of fear filling his voice.
"Shhh. Leave it all to me..." Mike said as he got on top of Cody once again.
"It's just..." Cody said.
"No more talking." Mike whispered as he began sucking on Cody's neck, pinning both of his arms down.
At that moment, Cody felt his resistance go down, but something went off in Cody. He decided to let his primal instincts take over and see what happened.
"Mike! Let me up dammit!" Cody growled, mal intent replacing the tone of fear.
"No, trust me. You're gonna like this..." Mike said, continuing his minstrations.
Cody decided to get creative and he brought his head up furiously, headbutting Mike in the process.
Mike got off of Cody and rolled off the bed, "OW! What the hell?"
Cody smirked, "Oops. Whatcha gonna do about it Mizanin?"
Mike growled and jumped on Cody, biting the dip between his shoulder and neck. Cody tried fighting back, but Mike was simply too strong. As soon as he let his resistance go down, Mike used that opportunity to handcuff him to the railing of the headboard.
Cody struggled but to no avail. He was Mike's for the taking. Cody let all his resistance falter and allowed Mike to explore his body.
"Mmm...that's more like it." Mike breathed breathlessly into Cody's ear.
Mike continued rubbing every nook and every cranny of Cody's sculpted figure with his talented hands, making Cody shiver against his touch. While Cody relaxed against his touch, Mike used the grey scarf to tie Cody's other hand to the other side of the rail.
"God...you're so perfect...so beautiful, how could I want anyone else?" Mike said as he hungrily attacked Cody's chest, making Cody moan.
"Mike...please..." Cody begged, both hands tied to the railing.
"Cody...are you begging?" Mike sensually whispered, placing both of his hands on Cody's inner thighs
"Yes, Mike. Please...I can't take the teasing..." Cody panted, "...I've never needed to cum so badly before."
Mike licked his lips in anticipation, and in the most sexual voice, Mike simply whispered into Cody's ear, "Spread your legs for me."
Cody let out an sluttish moan as he obliged and spread his legs as far apart as possible. His breath instantly hitched as he felt Mike's fingers slide inside, stretching him.
"Mike..." he moaned.
Mike continued what he started earlier, directing his teeth toward Cody's neck, while sliding 2 fingers in and out of Cody's hole.
"...nowww." Cody mewled.
Mike took his fingers out and spread Cody's legs more, postitioning himself in between them. He looked at the sinful, wanton body below him as he slowly slid inside, making Cody gasp and close his eyes in ecstasy.
Once he got the hint to move, he thrust harshly inside, eliciting a loud cry of pleasure from his younger lover below. The pent-up sexual frustration was too much for Mike to handle and he abandoned his slow rhythm for harsh, erratic thrusts. The headboard loudly crashed against the wall and the springs loudly screeched as Mike was fully sheathed inside.
"MIKE! UH, UH, UH!" Cody screamed, pulling against the restraints holding him down.
Mike couldn't do anything other than to grunt, thrusting faster and harder, hitting that one spot that drove Cody crazy over and over.
"Oh yeah, Michael...oh god, i'm gonna cum..." Cody said as his body rocked against Mike's rough thrusts.
"Go ahead..." Mike whispered.
After several hours of releasing all the sexual frustration that was pent up, the both of them went to sleep, more than satisfied with their romantic tryst.
The next morning...
Cody awoke to all whole tray of food for breakfast and a beautiful bouquet of blood red roses. On the tray was danishes, toast, pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausage, and a glass pitcher of orange juice. He got up and with the bouquet was a card, the card read:
"I want you to know, that in this world there is no other.
No matter what we go through, or what we endure, we'll always have eachother.
I'm writing this to tell you I love you more than words can explain,
I love you more than fire loves Kane.
Without you, I am incomplete,
You keep me grounded on my own two feet.
Love, Mike."
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