AN: Oh my fuck. If you follow this story, you're probably a tad shocked right now lol. I didn't think I'd ever continue this story, but I got the itch to. I can't tell you that I'll update again soon, but I hope to. For any new readers let me give you a very brief sum up in case you don't feel like reading the first 39 chapters! Cody and Randy were together for a very long time until Randy cheated with his exboyfriend John, essentially out of boredom. Then Randy fucked Punk as an angry rebound but the two caught feelings and were together for a long time. Then Randy almost cheated on Punk with John but Punk caught them and they broke up. Meanwhile Cody has jumped around from guy to guy unhappily and fell for the very straight Dolph Ziggler. BOOM. ENJOY.

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Cody was only slightly dreading this. He was walking around backstage looking for Nick. Not just Nick though: Stephen and Rey too. He was booked to tag with Dolph tonight against Sheamus and Rey Mysterio. The four of them were meeting up to work out a couple of spots for their match. This will be fine. Nick and I will be fine. We're all mature coworkers here. He got to catering and found Nick was the only one there. Of course.

"Hey Nick," Cody said, taking a seat across from him at the table.

"Hey," Nick said.

That was all they said. For several minutes, that was all they said. They sat there, never looking at each other. It wasn't a comfortable silence. Cody could feel sweat forming on his palms. He kept on thinking of things to say but decided against them every time his mouth went to speak. Come on, this shouldn't be so awkward. We used to be really close. Just say something.

"So I—" Cody finally started.

"What's up?" Stephen said, interrupting. Rey was just behind him as they walked up to the table.

Thank God. "Hey guys."

…

Randy was backstage warming up for his match while Cody's tag match was taking place. Randy was watching it on a monitor by guerilla. He had never gotten himself out of the habit of watching Cody's matches. He never missed one. There was another Superstar in the match that was stealing his attention though. Something about the pale, Irishman Sheamus was appealing him. His thick frame, sweaty sheen and bright red hair was making Randy curious as to what that would all look like on top of him. He never thought of Stephen in this way, but now that he had he didn't think it would stop.

"Yeah, you and Cody are totally over."

The words tore Randy's attention from the monitor. He turned to see Christian walking up from beside him. "What's that?"

"I saw the way you were watching Cody. You're probably sporting a semi as we speak."

"You're right about that. But wrong about Cody," Randy said returning to his stretches and the monitor.

"Who then? Nick?"

"He's straight as fuck. Not worth the hassle."

"As is Rey. Stephen, huh?"

"How big do you think his cock is?" Randy asked.

"You haven't changed a bit. Horny as ever."

Randy turned his head to wink at him right as the match ended. Rey and Sheamus won and celebrated in the ring for a bit before making their way up the ramp. Cody and Nick came through guerilla together and took off in opposite directions backstage.

"Have fun hunting," Jay said. Randy nodded. "I know I will," Christian mumbled as he walked away from Randy, following in Cody's footsteps. "Cody," he called after him.

The younger turned around and grinned. "Jay. What's up? I heard you were back."

"I am. Still gettin caught up on everything. You've come a long way from when I left."

"How do you mean?"

"In the ring. You look great out there. More refined. Confident."

Cody beamed and blushed slightly. "Thank you. That means a lot."

"Looks like Randy rubbed off on you. In the good ways at least."

"Ha. I guess so, yeah. You heard about us then?"

"I did. I was sorry to hear that. At first at least."

"Only at first? Thanks for that sentiment," Cody said.

"Well, you know, one door closes, another opens."

Cody looked at him a little perplexed. "What door opened for you?"

"Did you know I called dibs on you to Randy?"

"What?"

"You had just got called up. John and Randy just broke up. Randy and I were checking you out and I called dibs on you."

"Randy doesn't play by the rule of dibs."

"Yeah, I learned that."

"But… Thanks," Cody smiled. "I guess."

"Look, I gotta go, but are you free tonight? I'd love to catch up and stuff."

"Yeah, that's fine."

"I'll call you."

Cody stood puzzled and watched Christian walk away from him.

…

Punk was sitting alone in catering. His head was down, looking at his plate of food. He hadn't touched a thing on it. He hadn't looked around when he entered the room. He didn't know who was in the room. He didn't care. He came to catering because he knew he needed to eat, although he wasn't at all hungry.

"Punk! Can you not hear me?"

Punk jumped slightly and looked up to see Daniel Bryan sitting across from him. "Oh. Bryan. Hey. Did you say something?"

"I said 'Hey' when I sat down a minute ago. Are you out of it or what?" He asked with a laugh.

"Yeah… Yeah, I guess so."

"You don't look too great bud."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome," Bryan said, matter-of-factly.

"Did you need something, or?"

"Ha. Wow. So friendly Punk."

Punk shook his head. "No. I didn't mean it like that. I meant… I'm just out of it."

Bryan studied his face for a moment. "Yeah. I can tell. Do you need to… I don't know, talk or something?"

"Fuck no," Punk laughed, showing emotion for the first time in their conversation. "Thanks, but no."

"Hey, at least I made you laugh," Daniel shrugged. "You've been walking around like a zombie for weeks."

"It's noticeable, huh?"

"Only slightly."

"I doubt that."

"Okay, I was being nice. You'd have to be blind to not see it."

"And since blind wrestlers are hard to come by, now I'm kind of embarrassed."

"That's not like you; to care about what other people think."

"I've been doing a lot of things unlike myself lately."

"Well hey, you're talking to me again. That's kind of normal of you."

"That's what I need. Just to return to normal."

"There you go. Get back to being your asshole self," Daniel smiled.

"You're full of compliments."

"You know me. I gotta run though," Bryan said as he stood up from the table. "Whenever you feel like having some more normal in your life, call me."

Punk nodded at him as he turned and walked away. He picked up his fork and got to work on the plate in front of him.

…

Sheamus was pushed through the door to the showers. Randy followed him through and instantly resumed the make out session the two Superstars had started in the locker room.

"Fuck Randy, you in a rush or something?" The Irishman managed to get out between kisses.

"Yeah. I've been thinking about this for the last like two hours," Randy said as he began taking off his boots.

"I guess seeing as how you only told me like five minutes ago, I'm not at your level of haste yet."

Randy slid his trunks down his legs and off his now bare feet. He turned around to show Stephen his bare naked ass. He grabbed one of his cheeks and looked at the other over his shoulder. "How about now?"

Sheamus stood there like a deer in headlights for a moment. "You… you want me to…?"

"Depends."

"On?"

"If your cock is as good as I'm imagining." Sheamus immediately turned his attention to getting his boots off. Randy broke the distance to start pulling his trunks down for him. Sheamus took them off completely and Randy was instantly stroking the elder's thick semi. It was as thick as he'd imagined for Sheamus being the size he was. "This'll do."

"How do you want to do this in here?"

Randy looked around the shower room while still stroking his cock. "You think you can hold me big guy?" Randy asked and accented it with a rather stiff smack to his chest. He walked towards one of the showerheads, pulling Stephen with him by the hold on his prick. He abandoned the touch to grab the showerhead above himself with both hands and lean back against the wall. "Put my feet on your shoulders." Sheamus did as instructed. He lifted Randy by the waist and leveled his feet on his shoulders. He held him in place with a firm hold on his hips and Randy held on to the showerhead tightly. "Let's do this."

"You don't want me to prep you first?" Stephen asked.

"No. I want to feel you with every step I take tomorrow."

The redhead grinned before spitting in his hand and lathering his hard cock. He was slow in entering Randy but as soon as he bottomed out Randy began writhing on him.

"You weren't joking." Sheamus said.

"I wasn't. Give it to me."

This caused a devilish grin to grace the Irishman's face. He set a brutally fast pace of hard thrusts that's claps echoed all across the empty room. Each hard thrust saw Randy taking the entire long, thick cock.

"Fuck!" Randy yelled, still using his leverage to rock himself into every single thrust.

"God!" Sheamus paralleled the sentiment. His grip on Randy's waist was getting tighter out of necessity as his thrusts grew more powerful.

"Harder!" Randy yelled hoarsely. Sheamus complied as much as he could. He held him painfully tight, jutted his hips faster, and pushed his hips further with every thrust into Randy. He was grunting from exhaustion. Randy shifted slightly to wrap his feet around the back of Stephen's neck. He let go of the showerhead with one hand to jack himself off.

"This is amazing!" Stephen managed to say around pants.

"Harder!" Randy replied.

…

Cody and Christian had a few drinks before a plethora of fans invaded the bar and they decided to retreat to the hotel. They were sitting across from each other at a table in Cody's room, drinks in hand and a movie on.

"So you and Adam really, never—"

"Never. We were always just friends. He's straight anyway."

"And you never wanted to get into that mess?" Cody said in more of a statement than a question.

"Yeah. And I never thought of him like that. We grew up together. It'd be weird to me to think of him as anything more than a friend." Cody nodded. "It's not like meeting, you know, some young guy at work and being instantly attracted to him and wanting him, but watching a friend get him first, and having him for years, and sitting there watching and waiting and waiting. And waiting for a day when you go out for drinks, and he invites you up to his hotel room for more drinks, and you sit across from him and can't stop thinking about how he is quite possibly the most beautiful man you've ever seen."

Cody blushed and looked down at his glass for a moment. He looked back up at Jay. "I'm just not sure it's a good idea. You and Randy have history."

"Well that criteria is not fair to you. Randy has history with everyone," Christian said with a laugh.

Cody joined him. "So you and Randy have… Slept together?"

"Once. Years ago."

Cody nodded. "I knew you all had been friends for a while. I was curious."

"I was actually squeezed right between him dating John and dating you. I was probably the last person he slept with before you… Kind of interesting."

"Yeah…"

"I wonder how similar it would be: being with Randy and being with you."

"Yeah?"

"I mean Randy's reputation proceeds him: ungodly hot, smooth as possible, sexy voice, penetrating eyes. But you. You had him all to yourself for years. He brought you out of the closet, showed you the ropes. I wonder just how much of the infamous Randy Orton rubbed off on you."

Cody leaned over the table and planted his lips on Jay's in a hurry. The elder didn't miss a beat, enthusiastically kissing him back. They managed to stand and step towards each other while holding their make out session. Their bodies met each other and the ferocity of their kiss escalated. Hungry mouths opened to each other. Hungry hands pulled at each other.

"Fuck," Christian panted when they separated.

"That was your plan," Cody said.

Cody walked Jay backwards as he pulled his clothes off of him. They piled up on the floor until a naked Christian stood at the end of the bed. He pushed him hard on to the mattress. He looked down at him with a grin.

"There's lube in the side table."

As Christian reached for it Cody undressed himself in surprisingly fast fashion. He leapt on top of Christian when he was free from all of his clothes. He kissed him while taking the lube from his hand.

"You bottom?" Cody asked.

"Yeah. Do you?"

"I do sometimes," he said, then shifted so the hard tip of his cock pressed against Jay's ass. "Sometimes I don't."

"Thank God," Christian said, breathy.

Cody squirmed down his body, massaging every firm muscle on Jay's body on the way down. He settled between his legs. "Hand me a pillow." Jay obeyed, grabbing one from above his head. When Cody took it, he lifted Jay's hips and placed it underneath him. He then took the lube and lathered up both of his hands. He made eye contact with Christian as he grabbed his stiff prick. He began torturously slow strokes. His other hand found Christian's entrance and slowly pressed one finger inside. He worked it in and out, also going treacherously slow.

"I don't remember Randy being such a tease," Christian said with a smirk.

"Trust me. He loved playing this game."

As Cody worked a second finger into Christian he sped up his strokes on his cock. When he began to scissor his fingers inside of Christian he rubbed his thumb over the tip of his cock with every stroke. He watched hungrily as Christian writhed on the bed for him. He continued this process for longer than he should have just out of his enjoyment of watching the man turn to putty.

"Ready?"

"Fuck yes," Jay said immediately.

Cody got on his knees between Christian's legs. He grabbed the other's legs and braced them on his shoulders. He continued his pace of torture as he ever-so-slowly pushed his cock inside of Christian's tight ring. Christian futilely tried to push himself down on Cody's cock but two strong hands on his hips stopped him. His thrusts were slow, only increasingly slightly every time he pulled out.

"This what Randy taught you?" Christian asked sarcastically.

"Yes."

The next instant Cody's hips were jutting faster than Christian's mind could catch up. Jay's hole was being racked. Cody's hips were creating a constant smack that echoed around the room. He changed his angle slightly with every thrust until Christian all but screamed when he found his prostate. He continued, hitting that spot with every thrust. He leaned down, bending Christian in half and licked a line up his chest, neck and to his ear while still hammering into him.

"How's that?" He whispered in his ear, before biting the lobe.

Christian couldn't answer. He just pulled at Cody's strong back and moaned. Cody reached between their sweaty bodies and resumed jacking Christian off, now at a vigorous pace.

"Come for me."

The words tore Christian's orgasm right out of him. His cum messied up both of their abs.

"Fuck!" Jay yelled.

Cody kept his pace, rapidly slamming in and pulling out of Christian. The fact that he was on the edge was etched on his face. It took only a few more thrusts and he exploded inside of Jay. He gasped and sloppily collapsed onto the body beneath him. Christian's legs were stuck between them uncomfortably.

"Get off of me," he laughed.

Cody laughed as well and rolled over to lie next to him. They stayed there for several moments, both desperately trying to regain their breath.

"How was that?" Cody asked eventually.

"Amazing. We should do that again sometime."

"That wouldn't be very Randy Orton of me, would it?"